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, October 21, 2015

the two hundred and eighth story

Once upon a time there was a crow so pleased with the glossiness of her own feathers that as each one fell out she carefully collected and kept it. After a few years she had enough to contract with a weaverbird and made herself a glorious feather cloak to wear over her natural one on cold evenings.

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

The Two Hundred and Seventh Story

Once upon a time there was a monster who wasn't scary. He knew he wasn't scary, and, in his most honest moments, he knew he did not even want to be scary.

Monday, October 19, 2015

The two hundred and sixth story

Once upon a time there was a magpie who enjoyed decorating nests more than he enjoyed nesting in them. Eventually he got a gig staging photoshoots for Vogue.

Sunday, October 18, 2015

the two hundred and fifth story

Once upon a time there was a bridge that wished to explore more than the two banks of one river.

Saturday, October 17, 2015

Artists' statements

Colombina and Why she does what she does

Pulchinella and Why he does what he does

I couldn't get a photo of Baldwin with his statement, so I took a
photo of one of his finished pieces. Also I maybe should have
asked one of the Doves to transcribe for him. Oh well.

the two hundred and fourth story

Once upon a time there was a wolfpup who wanted to be a pop singer when he grew up. As he got older he found it harder and harder to hit the highest notes that he loved the most, but over time he got used to his more singer/songwriter style voice.

Friday, October 16, 2015

The two hundred and third story

Once upon a time there was a feather boa who worried, sometimes, that she might be a little over- ostentatious.