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Stories abound.  They are everywhere.  Some stories are massive and glorious like a monument, a structure of marble and stained glass.  Some are humble and simple like a puff of cloud or a puddle of water.  And some stories–most perhaps–are somewhere in between, small, but complex, more than first meets the eye…like a feather.

Everyone has stories.  Here, I will tell you some of mine.

Welcome to Storyfeather.

The Piecemeal Cake

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“By accepting this challenge when you are so obviously unready for it, you are jeopardizing the peace meal—“

“No, you’re jeopardizing the peace meal,” Jae said, as she took a step toward her challenger.  “By your obvious poor example of what peace means.  There is no graciousness or humility in your demeanor.  There is no generosity or compromise in your attitude toward those who have been chosen—or even those who did the choosing.  By questioning me, you are questioning, doubting, and disrespecting those who chose me.”  Continue reading

Lost and Found at the Hotel Gloaming

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I noticed the magician when he slipped in behind the last person to enter the golden-walled elevator, and I sucked in a breath.  I held it, half-subconsciously, as if it would make me invisible to him.  It did not.  I started feeling thudding of my heart as soon as he started turning to people, one at a time, handing them scraps of paper, touching their hands.  I exhaled when he turned to me and handed me a scrap of paper too.  He grinned and told me what I was supposed to do the next time he called upon me. 

When he turned away, my gaze began to dart around the tiny box in which we were all trapped, looking for a way, any way, out.  I glanced up.  I glanced at the large tall man whom I could easily hide behind, if he weren’t so far away.  I saw no way out, and so I took a deep breath and braced myself for when the magician’s attention would once again return to me. Continue reading

The Moonbroch

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The starry-eyed youth named Carson cast his gaze at the full moon.  His father had just cursed it, or rather, he had cursed those who dwelt upon it.

“A storm is coming,” his father said, gazing up at the low and looming clouds.  “A storm with high winds.”

Yet another storm, the fourth one in as many days.

“Soon it will storm day and night,” his father said.  And then he raised a fist to the full bright moon and shook it.  Continue reading

The Visitor on the Valorous

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Lily Landry opened her eyes and immediately squinted.  She noticed the sounds just as quickly as she noticed that the light shining through her window did not reach all the dark corners of her bedroom.  Those sounds, like some kind of industrial machine.  She searched her sleepy mind and found the reference.  Jet propulsion?  And wind.  She flipped aside her covers and donned her slippers and robe.  She walked out onto the balcony of her third-floor apartment, holding a hand up to her eye as she squinted up at the source of the light.  It was too bright.  She couldn’t see anything beyond it.  Before she could think another thought, she was swept off her feet.  She gasped as she started floating upward into the light. Continue reading

The Holiday Truce on Stage 34

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“I hope they paid you double the salary for working on both shows,” I said.

Cal chuckled.  “Well…” He trailed off with a wave of his hand.  “A shame about the fire.  They were pretty good those episodes, as I recall.  But since we only showed them once a year, we didn’t keep them in the same place we kept the other reels.” Continue reading

Creative Writing Goals Survey

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Hello,

Nila here.  I’m working on a new endeavor for the new year, and I’d like to get some feedback from creative writers who have specific struggles in their writing practice (e.g., with consistency and discipline).

If this describes you, and if you’re willing, please click on the button below to complete the Creative Writing Goals survey.  I’d appreciate your support.  The survey is one introductory multiple choice question, five open-ended questions and one last yes/no question.  So it should be quick, unless you choose to take more time to compose your answers.

If you’re interested in receiving news and updates about this endeavor, but don’t have time to complete a survey, you can just skip to the bottom of the survey and leave your name and email address.

Once I’ve closed the survey (in one or two weeks), I’ll delete this post.

If you have any questions about the survey, you can email me at nila@storyfeather.com (you will not be automatically added to any lists if you’re just emailing with questions).  You can also leave any questions in the comments to this post, if you prefer.

Thanks,
Nila

 

The Why Winter Challenge

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“Why does there have to be winter?”

The asker was my little niece, all bundled up in black-and-silver fleece blankets.  Her favorite colors.  She didn’t ask the question just out of curiosity.  She was frowning slightly.  Winter had swallowed up her favorite season, autumn.  (The season to which her only objection was, “why does there have to be so much orange?”).

I smiled.  “Do you want the scientific explanation or the non-scientific explanation?” Continue reading

Castle Farouche

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When buds are twisted too tightly, they will never bloom beautifully, my grandmother always said, all the more so after she’d witness my staying in my little corner of the room at a party in our house while the other children played with each other.  But she did not know that I was surrounded by friends in my own world, in Castle Farouche. Continue reading