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.

Saturday, October 31, 2015

The Two Hundred and eighteenth story

Once upon a time there was a bee who, tired of being a nameless bug in a swarm, set out on her own, and eventually grew her own little garden.

Friday, October 30, 2015

The two hundred and Seventeenth Story

Once upon a time there was a pencil who knew that, essentially, all his actions were impermanent and erasable.

Thursday, October 29, 2015

the two hundred and sixteenth story

Once upon a time there was a hedgehog in love with a briarpatch. The briar was far sharper than the hedgehog, but they got to know each other and after a while stoped pricking each other so often, and then it didn't matter how sharp either of them was.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

The Two Hundred and FIfteenth Story

Once upon a time there was a tall reed who enjoyed the caress of the wind, even when the wind wasn't really paying attention.

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

the two hundred and fourteenth story

Once upon a time there was a fly who had a kayak. I mean- it was actually a leaf, but she called it a kayak, and it DID float.

Monday, October 26, 2015

the two hundred and thirteenth story

Once upon a time there was an anteater who made herself a pangolin suit using pinecone scales stuck together with sap. She had to move very carefully or it would fall apart, but it was worth it to her.

Sunday, October 25, 2015

The two Hundred and Twelfth Story

Once upon a time there was a candlestick afraid of getting burned.