May 2009
1 post
Bird (Bird)
The twig snapped. The bird flew away into the wide sky without a care. A moment before it had been enjoying its lunch, a juicy ol’ worm, on that twig on that branch on that cherry tree. But then the twig snapped and the bird flew away.
January 2009
2 posts
After the forest
After the forest there was what no one knew. For those who were afterwards, never ever came back before. Because of this, I cannot tell much about what is after the forest.
However, I can tell you many things about the forest itself. It was composed mainly of deciduous trees, which have their pros and cons compared to conifers; long and many those are, so I shall spare elaboration at this...
Once
Once upon a time there was a small pebble named Rico. Rico wanted more than anything to be a pony when he grew up. Sadly as we all know, pebbles very rarely become ponies. Thus Rico never fulfilled his dream and lived a miserable, miserable life.
Moral of the story: Alec doesn’t have any ideas for stories today.
July 2008
1 post
I We will publish one story at a time.