LONG, RAMBLING STORIES

These aren't really stories in the sense of stories with plots and characters where things actually happen, but rather stories that began with me sitting down in a chair with nothing to do, and opening the Wordpad and writing random stuff. I'm not quite sure why you would want to read them, but if you have a deadline coming up, they might be something better to do. I can assure you, they have no point. Altough the one about Fred the rubber bouncy ball was quite touching. Actually, all the stories are as dull as possible. But that's okay, right? No? Never mind, then.

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It's Not Worth Your Time
Really. It's not.

The Rubber Bouncy Ball
This started out without a point. It ended up being mostly about the five senses. It's kind of painful to read. Yes, it really is that bad.

Yahoo Called Me a Liar
Really, they did! This is a rant, obviously. But now it's posted here so everyone else can read it. This is actually pretty short, but I didn't feel like creating a Short, Rambling Stories section just for this.

Little Red Riding Hood Sucks
She should have been digested by the wolf and became excrements. Then I might have liked the story, because it would have had a point, which would have been to not talk to wolves about your sick grandmother.

Whatever Happened to Fred?
The story of what happened to Fred after his sudden disappearence in the laboratory where red was gotten rid of.

Frederick the Chicken
A very short tale about yet another Fred. For some unknown reason, I've written dozens of stories about male chickens and a politically correct bystander. There is something wrong with me.

Bob, and His Relation to Tea
Not every name for a teaholding device can be so specifically not ambiguous! It takes talent.