About fallingdove


"May you have an interisting life." is an ancient curse.

I was raised on the Confederated Salish and Kootani Indian Reservation in Western Montana. I joined the Army when I was 18 and became an intelligence analyist. I went to schools in the south, and in Arizona before I was stationed in Texas and joined a Pentecostal church. I spent a year in Korea. I got out of the army for two years and starved. I went back in as a desiel mechanic. I was stationed in Texas, and served in Iraq. I got out again and worked for government contractors. I buckled under the constant strain of being so close to the "war machine" and fled to quiet cool Oregon two years ago where I stayed with my brother on a houseboat on the river before I got my own place in the city.

My soul feels worn out. I write to escape, not to confront reality.

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Portland, Oregon, United States
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21 Jan 2018 12:38
walking, drawing, reading, eating at the cafe, fishing, gardening
Favorite Books:
My Antonia, The Princess Bride, The Hobbit, NO.1 Ladies Detective Agency...
Favorite Authors:
James Harriot, JRR Tolken, CS Lewis, JK Rowling...
Favorite Movies:
I'm not a movie watcher...I thought the recient Le Miserables with ...Crow was good...I cried.
Favorite Music:
Country, Folk...Suzzane Vega, Mary Chapen Carpenter


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15 Feb 2013
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Topic: World Around You in two words
Posted: 06 Sep 2014 19:39

calm water

Topic: opposite word game
Posted: 20 Dec 2013 12:40


Topic: New Member
Posted: 16 May 2013 22:56

Hi Brian, I love your stories and enjoy your presence on stories space!


Topic: scoring and comments, Fair?
Posted: 23 Apr 2013 23:21

I like the comments the way they are, but I'm a newbie...I don't have to worry about politics, hurt feelings, or friends because I'm not close friends with other members of this site yet. I love it here...I can express myself without huge amounts of censorship and without overwhelming criticism. When I write something people like, they let me know. When they don't like it, they just ignore it...and that's fine too. Writing isn't exclusively about pleasing people. It's about communicating ideas. It's about trying to understand.

Topic: Have you ever been unable to finish a book?
Posted: 21 Apr 2013 23:20

Sadly, I hardly ever finish a book. I can't read any faster than I can talk. If I don't form the words physically with my mouth they make no sense to me. I get alot out of what I read, and enjoy reading, and read aloud beautifully, and love audiobooks....but regular reading, is slow going. I have to really love a book to finish it.

Topic: Three Word Story
Posted: 21 Apr 2013 14:10

<img src="/forum/images/emoticons/fish.gif" alt="fish"> swimming in cake

Topic: 5-Word Sentence
Posted: 21 Apr 2013 14:08

Options are like stock insurance.

Topic: Ask and Answer
Posted: 21 Apr 2013 14:05

I'm not sure if you spoke out of turn. I can't tell. I bet you're a proud Papa!

How many times in your life have you seen something so beautiful that it literally "took your breath away".

Topic: 5-Word Sentence
Posted: 06 Apr 2013 08:22

Frustration furowed Fredrick's freckled face.

Topic: poking wars
Posted: 04 Apr 2013 17:54

reluctant... I really should be doing somthing constructive instead of sitting here ....oh what the h#&* POKE<img src="/forum/images/emoticons/confused1.gif" alt="confused1">

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Working at the Vend

Robbie punched the button for a bottle of orange juice with his right ring finger, a checking account, and tapped his watch. The watch blinked red and flashed ISF. He did it again and again with the same result. I can’t believe I’m out of cred . He pulled his screen from his backpack and opened the work page for the vend store he was in. “Dust mop floor,” was the task at the top of the...

Added 16 May 2017 | Category Science Fiction | Votes 3 | Avg Score 5 | Views 233 | 3 Comments

The Flavor of Duck

Lately, all the food I eat tastes like nothing. I might as well be fueling a lawn mower, or eating dirt like a plant for all the joy eating gives me. That might be part of why I'm thin. My mom would say my slight build is because I'm unhappy, and when I find a good man I will find joy and gain a lot of weight. Well, she wouldn't say that, but she would talk around it. She wouldn't say...

Added 14 Dec 2016 | Category Musings | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 173 | 2 Comments

Eloise's First Deer

Lee handed his eight-year-old daughter a shotgun loaded with a pumpkin-ball. She couldn't shoulder the heavy shotgun correctly, and the pumpkin-ball had less than the range of a football field. It was safe enough. His thinking was that he would send Eloise down one side of the hill while he quietly went down the other, hoping that she would scare all the deer his way. She would believe that...

Added 30 Nov 2016 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 207 | 2 Comments

The Little White Treasure Box

My parents split when I was two, and neither are wealthy. I was raised by my mom and her family. Both sides of my family tend to fall into talking about inheritances when I’m around. Maybe it’s because I never asked much of them, and they want to say that they will give me something someday, I don’t know. I’m not looking for anything from them, life was enough. As far as keepsakes...

Added 01 Apr 2015 | Category Musings | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 565 | 5 Comments

Two Stoners and a Dying Dog

Two friends were smoking, enjoying the hour: An old dog wheezed, even creaked, at their feet “Soon so soon, the dog-god she’ll go to meet, Pain she’s in makes her shake and cower, When she goes I’ll plant her in the bower.” "Like the cookies? They’re made from real good sheet The strained off leaves are in a pile out back." Ol’ dog staggered out, no great show of power She ate...

Added 26 Feb 2015 | Category Poetry | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 399 | 2 Comments

Rascally Bulls

Joe Butler was a wildlife biologist who worked for the tribe. He was from back east somewhere. Joe was a bearded bachelor who lived at the end of Gunzler lane, where he built a unique house. The only side of his house that wasn’t buried within a range-land hill was the east side. Plate glass windows, shaded by a gable, looked out upon the sun rising behind the Mission Mountains every morning....

Added 02 Feb 2015 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 387 | 5 Comments

The Gray Cow's Calf

BEEP . . . BEEP . . . BEEP!!! “Ugh . . . It’s your turn. I just went.” Missy said as she pushed her husband, Leonard, out of bed. His body was hot. He groaned but got up. She snuggled down into the warm spot he left behind. Leonard went to the porch and put on a tan pair of Carhearts and went out to the big green Ford. His dark eyes were bleary, it didn’t seem like his turn. His breath and...

Added 31 Jan 2015 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 406 | 4 Comments

The Professor

Mr. Aghorian, a draconian teacher, tapped his claws on the desk impatiently as he watched the kids taking their seats. The claws left deep dents in the oak. He took a moment to straighten his tie, and brush his vest free of wrinkles. “Hurry up, sit,” he said. The kids scrambled to get into their desks; one stepping on another; there was a little pushing. They sat straight-backed and...

Added 18 Nov 2014 | Category Fantasy | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 482 | 5 Comments

A Monster in the Room

I am flying back and forth in the large room where we live in the rafters, when my sonar map shows a hole. A blank spot, how exciting. A new room to explore. I swiff through and my sonar begins giving my mind a map of the smaller rectangular room that I'm in, and yet another blank spot. This is so exciting, new rooms to explore. The guys say that the other parts of this house are haunted...

Added 31 Aug 2013 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 6 | Avg Score 4.83 | Views 560 | 4 Comments

Evolving Man

Raj put his hands on the ceiling of his cell and pushed to stretch out his muscles. He’d put in a long day pulling out dead cells and loading them on lifts for transport, and installing new cells. He rolled over on his side and spit up his cud and began to chew. He could feel a difference in the texture of his cud because he had splurged on a cup of sweet-feed earlier. He watched the...

Added 26 Jul 2013 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 618 | 6 Comments

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