Stromascope

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In the suddenly dimmed room full of seated strangers, I heard subdued coughs, the click of a heel, the crack of a knuckle, and the hushed hiss of fabric shifting against fabric or against the hard plastic chairs.

The room brightened from the front, where the image slowly appeared and came into focus, radiant white and familiar. Gasps and murmurs rippled through the room as eyes adjusted to the monotone image and grasped the subtle sight of the unexpected. Continue reading

The Incident of the Imp

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sf_wk3A kid…in a costume. It had to be.

Still, it was frightening. To think I almost hit the poor little guy.

Maybe it was a good thing that the costume was so good, so convincing. The sickly yellow glow-in-the-dark contacts. The pro-quality fang fixtures. That tail that almost looked as if it were whipping back and forth on its own. I thought it was some animal I’d almost hit. That would have been bad enough. If I’d known it was a kid, I might have panicked and lost control of the car. Maybe I would have hit him.

But Halloween was days ago. Was some kid having his last hurrah? Loved his costume so much, he decided to keep wearing it? Continue reading

The Mirror of Displacement

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sf_w2Perhaps centuries from now, medicine will be able to restore what was lost from injuries such as his. But now, I must turn to practices arcane.

Clara sighed as she watched the ink dry. She sat in the dim basement of the home she shared with her husband, who was working in his office upstairs. It was a chilly autumn day. Yet the basement was temperate. She dipped her quill into the well and continued.

I have built it according to the instruction I found. I have built it with my own hands, against warnings, it is true. But I am a desperate woman. I am a desperate wife. Continue reading

Storyfeather Year Three

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Quill 187 Blood of Tantalus Image 1 FinalQuill 151 Lantern Light Image 2 FinalQuill 170 City Beyond the Horizon Image 1 FinalQuill 25 Mortesthesia Image 1 Final AltQuill 168 First Days of Moonlight Image 1 Final Alt LoneQuill 163 Dotty Potsy Image 1 FinalQuill 153 Titan Matter Image 1 Final AltQuill 174 Glorianova Image 1 Final

Quill 147 Singing King Image 1 Final
Quill 155 Curse of Gray Hunger Image 1 Final
Quill 142 Song That Haunted Sally Image 1 FinalQuill 136 Potion of Uncertain Fortune Image 1 FinalQuill 167 Amoeba Modern Fable Image 2 Final
This week’s story will be posted by midnight on Sunday, November 6.  This is the anniversary post for Storyfeather’s third year.

Thank you to everyone who read even one of the fifty-two stories I posted during the third year.  Thank you for your precious time and your interest.  Thank you for supporting my dream.  Thank you for being a part of Storyfeather, Year Three!

Year Three was a challenge.  The overarching theme I was aiming for was the elements and the senses, in stories inspired by and often in the form of myth and legend.

In an effort to improve my drawing skills (and further serve the stories), I joined the Inktober challenge, drawing and inking one image every day for the month of October.  The Sunday images were Storyfeather-related.  Now that there are over 150 stories on the site, I hope to do a bit of re-organizing to help with navigation.  I also hope to do release the Storyfeather podcast in the coming year, to provide an audio version of each story.  As the site develops, the core challenge will remain the same, a story a week.

A lot happened in the year three stories.  Stars were incubated in the hearts of humans, a tortoise raced a cheetah, someone escaped from the underworld, a potion was brewed, a divine drop of blood was guarded, and an inventor made a map that could lead to realms unknown…

Here’s to seeing what Year Four brings.  Thanks again, Mighty Readers.

Long Live Stories!

Nila