There is a tall tower to the north. It is made of stone that looks a common gray from afar. But I have been close enough to see the stone shift hues, to glitter with the gilded veins of an otherworldly ore, to fade into a pale so utmost as to be nigh invisible.
A warlock once lived there, it is said. Now the tower is abandoned.
But that does not mean is it safe.
Read More One Wicked Warlock
A gray shape darted past me to my right. I turned to the ragged bushes entangled with dried weeds. One of the stems shuddered and I heard a rustling. But the overgrowth was too thick for me to see what was moving around in there. Back home—my previous home—I would have guessed it was a lizard. But here, in my new home, it could have been a rabbit. A wild rabbit.
Read More The Infernal Bargain House
My doorway was done. My masterwork of alchemy and carpentry. Humming with electricity.
It was done.
Read More The Doorway of Disarray
I thought it was a reflection at first. Not the moon. Some streetlight or something, from outside, getting past my curtains. I was too lazy, too sleepy to get up and deal with it. But I do remember thinking it was strange.
Isn’t the light too bright to be a reflection? I thought, peeking up at the ceiling.
I do remember resisting the urge to rub my eyes. I wanted to take a closer look.
Did I just see something floating in the light?
Read More The Eye in My Ceiling
I’m interrupting the regularly scheduled storytelling to present a couple new Pages I’ve just added, to help navigate through the (perhaps daunting) waves of stories crashing all around us.
The Portals page and the Trailers page will present more information about the stories, both new and old.
Read More Portals and Trailers Are Here
When I was young, I had an evil stepmother. This is not an exaggeration.
Read More The Wandering Winsome
Thank you to everyone who read even a single story. Thank to you everyone who liked or commented. Thank you for your time and interest, and for being a part of Storyfeather, especially Year Seven. A lot happens in the seventh year stories. An inventor builds a time machine out of a jukebox. Three friends […]
Read More Storyfeather Year 7