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.
Perrimin and his closest friend Kicker, whose given name was Siminor, were both behind the rock that was too small to hide either of them, both watching the scorpion.
An ambitious young mouse discove…
When the queen of Callimoray was still a princess, she was schooled in all the ways a princess should be schooled. The skill of sums and the skill of reading. Knowledge of nature and knowledge of f…
We were inseparable once, my sister and I. We shared everything. My mother said we were so close, that we even shared a heart.
Two sisters living in the forest cross paths with a bear, a gnome, a…
The royal city was known throughout the kingdom because it was home to a most famous—and most infamous object—a cursed bell. The Water Bell, some called it, for legends say its sound was like the tr…
She came awake then and someone clicked on her bedside light. “I’ve got amazing news for you. We found a donor match for your liver. It’s being transported here as I speak. And we are getting rea…
Vela Valora was the sailor’s name.
She was proud of her heritage and longed for the day her name would earn its place among the records of heroes and adventurers and champions in House Valora.
Wha…
Her memory of being a Fury was gone, but Furies are strong and full of cosmic force.
A Fury is a woman and a dragon is a man? Is anything as it seems?
Find out in this episode of the Storyfeather …
Once there was a girl named Florisse whose greatest dream was to find and marry her true love.
One morning when she woke, she found upon the floor of her chamber, a pair of fine slippers.
They were…
I knew it was going to happen. I remember that I came awake and heard him tossing and turning. We still shared a room then, even though I was too old for that and wanted my own. We still slept in …
I'm vanishing.
Maybe I'm not vanishing. Maybe I just think I am.
How would you respond if parts of you began to vanish?
Find out how one person does in this episode of the Storyfeather podcast.
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In those days, there were four realms. The realm of airs or spirits, inhabited by the Holy. The realm of fires, inhabited by immortal creatures created by the Holy. The realm of waters, where live…
My name is Perry Verdilay. In a single act of reckless desperation, I changed my perception of the world. And maybe gave myself a condition, a curse, a burden that I may not be strong enough to bea…
For centuries, he stalked among the villagers at their smithies and spinning wheels. He haunted their dreams with the fear of his ever-growing appetites for treasure and for flesh. They crafted swo…
In the middle of the forest sat a stone hut, and always from this hut came the scent of amber. Within the hut there lived what the nearby villagers believed was an old god. A god so ancient that none…
We called them the Gildenfaere. The golden horse-birds. Once there were thousands upon the earth and in the skies. On the earth they galloped and in the skies they soared. And always they were wi…
Not long ago, there was a rich land ruled by an assembly of three known as a Triarch. Always there were three. One had a claim of blood. One was chosen by the people of the land. And one was sele…
Ignoring the sounds of sizzling and the smell of cooking flesh and the searing heat, she closed her eyes and cast her memory back to the day they came. Children.
Did Hansel and Gretel defeat a wick…
On the evening after the night of the full moon, the messenger who had been sent to find help approached the Third Village with a small force from one of the monarchs of a nearby land. They encounte…
We designed it so that it would follow the sun, follow the light.
And I thought we too were designed that way.
I don't know now. I don't know what to think.
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Will a device built by human hands fr…
The last Great Machine is dying. We don’t know how to fix it. We don’t even know what it does. We only know that when it dies, we too will die.
What will a fractured people do when the mysterious mac…