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.
There was a proclamation sent out on the day of the prince’s birth. The king and queen wanted no harm to come to him and challenged their subjects, noble and commoner, merchant and beggar and royal …
“We’re not looking for a fountain or waters, ladies and gentlemen,” Taryn said, clicking to the last slide in her presentation. She felt the nervous excitement caught between her stomach and her che…
When the thunder and lightning started, he set his camera to continuous shooting mode, in the hopes of catching a breath-taking shot of a lightning bolt. He did, but his camera caught a glimpse of s…
The spoon was created by a mage who took the quintessence of creativity from the legendary bard, raconteur, and wit known as Glyfarien, at the moment of his death, and transferred it into a silver sp…
I’m no scientist, but I ended up learning a lot about blood when I was young. I have—or had—an inherited condition called thalassemia major. My medical charts have all the details. I don’t need to…
The island was uninhabited. It had been on the maps for decades, lying somewhere in the South Pacific Ocean below the Pitcairn Islands, but having no name, no accessible valuable resources, or signs…
“Will a ring do? It’s small enough. It won’t be a hindrance.”
“No,” said the queen of the northern kingdom. “It must be something that won’t fall off in battle.” Her maidservant had brought a gre…
One day as a heavy rain fell outside and as my candles flickered, I read the word that my family tried to hide from me. The word that told me what I am.
Witch.
What happens when a privileged girl …
“They were known as the Queens of Time,” Gramps said. “There were three of them, one for each of the keys.”
Ryne looked forward and up to where his grandfather pointed. On the wall was a small glas…
My mother named me Felicia, after her favorite flower, the blue daisy.
Felicia, named for her mother’s favorite flower, learns there is more to every flower than its pretty petals.
Find out what sh…
Dietrich stepped toward the tank and peered at the creature, the being, inside. Dietrich was told the being was most certainly male and he resembled a squid. A torpedo-shaped body sat atop a mass o…
Born in the midst of war and change, my grandmother was a dreamer. She went to college to study astronomy. Before she finished school, she’d visited five of the seven continents of the world. (Thi…
Zia had a singular passion, and she believed, a destiny, to play guitar. She began playing when she was twelve years old. She’d asked for a guitar for her birthday, hoping for an electric. Her fat…
When Azzam was a young man, so many moons ago, he was working as an acquirer of valuable goods when he stumbled upon a small, unremarkable bottle that changed the course of his life thereafter…
Young…
She wandered through the halls of the empty manor, the portraits of the past gazing down at her, following her. They were beautiful and ghastly, the women in the portraits. And she avoided looking …
Since they were young, their father always set challenges before the three brothers, challenges for their minds and their bodies. Challenges that tested their hearts and their spirits. Challenges t…
"My husband was one of you,” the doctor said, smiling fondly. But her smile faded. “That’s why my mother killed him.”
Is the doctor with the uncanny ability to heal a suspect, witness, or patsy in …
I found it at a garage sale. Someone was getting rid of their family heirlooms. Not jewels or ancient scrolls or photo albums from bygone eras. Just cookware and cutlery, end tables, mismatched di…
The stick was about a half inch wide and seven inches long, a tan color with knots and streaks of a darker tan-brown. It had three nodes where smaller branches had once grown in and then broken off.…
It had been lying on the concrete inside the white stripe of paint that delineated the parking spot he’d taken. And when Rix opened the door to step out of his car, his left foot landed beside it. …