Unedited Stories

I'm leaving the old intro here, but adding this- it appears the doves have taken over my blog for their fiction. Just as well, I was doing a piss poor job of updating. They're doing much better.

This blog is infrequently updated, full of incorrect spellings, misused words, and general bad grammar. It started when I was trying to use google+ (which I've since given up on) and discovered there was no character limit for posts. If you've known me a long time, a lot of these stories will be old hat. If you plan to know me for a long time, you'll no doubt hear many of them in person. But, folks seemed to enjoy them, so here they are.

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

the hundred and eighty seventh story

Once upon a time there was a mouse who let her tiny voice define her until her ideas got so big that her same tiny voice seemed huge.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

the hundred and eighty sixth story

Once upon a time there was a story who never wanted to be finished...

Monday, September 28, 2015

the hundred and eighty fifth story

Once upon a time there was an albatross who loved a cloud. Her long wings kept up with the wind for weeks, and they were able to converse and by the time the albatross was too tired to keep up, she was pretty sure that relationship wasn't worth fighting for, anyway.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

the hundred and eighty fourth story

Once upon a time there was a tiny wren who was maybe a little too proud of his dinosaur heritage.

Saturday, September 26, 2015

the hundred and eighty third story

Once upon a time there was a sparrow who thought she would make a good spy. She was never officially hired, but she listened all day, and reported to sing about it every morning outside CIA headquarter's windows.

Friday, September 25, 2015

the hundred and eighty second story

Once upon a time there was a little cottontail who heard about jackalopes at summer camp. He thought they must be about the coolest things ever, so he learned to plait willow withes and made himself a pair of his very own antlers.

Thursday, September 24, 2015

The Hundred and Eighty First story

Once upon a time there was an apple who felt pressure to know everything. No one really thought she did, but she was still stressed about it.