Mortals wield godly powers, eggs appear out of enchanted pockets, sentient substances are invented, and stars are incubated in the hearts of humans. I'm Nila, and I have stories to tell you. Stories in the genres of science fiction, fantasy, horror, fairy tale, mystery, and mythology. Welcome to Storyfeather.
When Mynah was born, there was great fanfare, for she was the fifth daughter of a family whose first four daughters had gained great renown with their natural gifts, even in a land full of gifted fol…
Her mother wrung her hands and her father released a deep and miserable breath, and Tazara knew that the news they had for her was not good.
“A curse with fall upon you, daughter,” her father said, “…
“Boss, we got a weird signal.”
“From where?”
“Suburbia.”
A couple of agents who investigate unusual phenomena track down what seems to be a distress signal and find (as expected) the unexpected.
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Her hand flicked to her collar and suddenly there was something in her hand. It was only the size of her longest finger. A fine bit of parchment, it seemed. Nothing special. But that was it. She…
On the canvas of the world, all we who inhabit it have been painted by the hand and the skill of some great and unseen painter. Our forms are sketched, our colors chosen, and even a bit of our talen…
His name was Tantalus, but he had forgotten that name. He had forgotten what he had done to earn the eternal torment he suffered in the place of punishment, the realm known as Tartarus.
Trapped in t…
Tortoise trundled to the front of the assembly, bowed before the king and queen, and spoke.
“Lightning.”
Gasps and whispers passed through the assembly of animals. Suddenly, Cheetah appeared before t…
“There is something living in the forest.It is neither good nor evil.There is something lurking in the forest.It is neither human nor animal.There is something dying in the forest.He was called to sa…
All the amoeba ever wanted was to be more than what she was. To be more than one. To be many. Many as one. To be multicellular.
Amorphous…single-celled…all the amoeba ever wanted was to be mor…
I have seen the tears of a unicorn. I have squinted through shielded lenses to watch bright white stars spinning out plasma. I have seen the battle of mouse armies. I have seen the glowing green h…
Sometimes you have a dream that can’t come true because what you want isn’t a part of reality. Example. Say you’re a ten-year-old girl, and you love unicorns, and your dream in life is to see one, ma…
I need for you to be real. I need for you to be who I think you are. If you’re not real, then today is the day I die.
Once upon a time, the Lovelocke family gained great wealth, and then they found…
I snapped awake at the sound of subdued screaming music spilling from the headphones of the teen who had just settled down on the seat next to me. I glanced over at her, and she flicked her gaze in …
The single drop of blood from a being that we call a god abides in the Temple of the Gentle. It abides there and must abide for all time, or until the end of time. For if anything were to happen to…
Tim had been instructed only to acquire and deliver, whatever the state of the items might be. He was never to clean or repair or change the items in any way. Over the course of almost a decade, he…
When Cantor was a child, it was said that he was descended from Orpheus, who made flowers bloom with his song, who inspired trees to bend toward the playing of his lyre, who soothed the hearts of bea…
I never found it. I never found the magus node. But I leave behind all my notes and the story of my quest in the hopes that you can put the puzzle pieces we found together and make an image that yo…
Did Alfred MacAlastair truly discover a flying plantman?
Step right up ladies, gents, creatures, and beings of a celestial nature! Come one, come all, and see what wonders the intrepid adventurers o…
Myths and legends of old speak of a golden fleece that was shorn from a mighty ram belonging to the gods. This fleece became a symbol of power and kingship. In the possession of legends, it became a …
“Who is he?”
Father chuckled, but I knew I must say something, for Ida had asked the question in earnest.
“He isn’t anybody,” I said. “He’s just a snowman.”
After making a snowman together, a fathe…