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This work is entirely open source (whatever that means) and you are free to use any part of it for any reason but if you do and you actually enjoyed using it, please give me a site. Carl Adler, the author, is not responsible for how any of the information contained in these stories is used. In particular, if any injury results to yourself or others from the use of this information, he cannot be held liable for that injury. Cat’s Cradle notwithstanding.These stories are fiction and any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.Any views that you might deduce from them are my own. You are free to ignore them. They may or ma These stories are fiction and any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.Any views that you might deduce from them are my own. You are free to ignore them. They may or may not be fictional. Any views that you might deduce from them are my own. You are free to ignore them. They may or may not be fictional.	Why Stories Rumbling around in my unconscious are fantasies about people and events. I’ve not let them out into the wild before because, well, they might not be interesting enough for anyone to want to read. Be that is it may, I’m approaching my 76th year on this planet and have spent the bulk of that time doing almost anything except exploring. So, what the hell. Now that I’ve built a story presenting machine, isn’t it about time to put on my boots and warm gloves and begin hiking around these fields and valleys? I could just write them down and never give them to the machine. Somehow I feel that would not achieve my ultimate goal. It’s too easy to just sit in the dark and spin tales that nobody will read and, without a real audience (or at least the possibility of one) there’s no incentive to perfect them. Writing is hard because you have to both hold on and let go at the same time. You have to let go to expose the underbelly of your mind and you have to hold on to the result long enough to be critical of it and make it valuable. You have to not care. And you have to care.So here it is. The Story machine. Displaying the part of me I don’t want anybody to know about and crave with all my might that they do. So here it is. The Story machine. Displaying the part of me I don’t want anybody to know about and crave with all my might that they do.

This work is entirely open source (whatever that means) and you are free to use any part of it for any reason but if you do and you actually enjoyed using it, please give me a site.

Carl Adler, the author, is not responsible for how any of the information contained in these stories is used. In particular, if any injury results to yourself or others from the use of this information, he cannot be held liable for that injury. Cat’s Cradle notwithstanding.These stories are fiction and any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.Any views that you might deduce from them are my own. You are free to ignore them. They may or ma

These stories are fiction and any resemblance to reality is purely coincidental.Any views that you might deduce from them are my own. You are free to ignore them. They may or may not be fictional.

Any views that you might deduce from them are my own. You are free to ignore them. They may or may not be fictional.

Why Stories

Rumbling around in my unconscious are fantasies about people and events. I’ve not let them out into the wild before because, well, they might not be interesting enough for anyone to want to read. Be that is it may, I’m approaching my 76th year on this planet and have spent the bulk of that time doing almost anything except exploring. So, what the hell. Now that I’ve built a story presenting machine, isn’t it about time to put on my boots and warm gloves and begin hiking around these fields and valleys? I could just write them down and never give them to the machine. Somehow I feel that would not achieve my ultimate goal. It’s too easy to just sit in the dark and spin tales that nobody will read and, without a real audience (or at least the possibility of one) there’s no incentive to perfect them.

Writing is hard because you have to both hold on and let go at the same time. You have to let go to expose the underbelly of your mind and you have to hold on to the result long enough to be critical of it and make it valuable. You have to not care. And you have to care.So here it is. The Story machine. Displaying the part of me I don’t want anybody to know about and crave with all my might that they do.

So here it is. The Story machine. Displaying the part of me I don’t want anybody to know about and crave with all my might that they do.

Done