In those days, there were doctors of teeth already, just as there are now. And in those days, the doctors of teeth were avoided by most, just as they are now. The doctors did their best, just as they do now, the good ones that is. One such doctor of teeth did his best, but failed to root out the deep infection that had taken hold in his patient’s mouth, an infection that had seeped from the teeth to the gums to other teeth, and then began creeping to the patient’s brain and his heart. The man—the patient—was past middle age but not yet old. He died of that infection. A painful and bloody death.
Sammy read the card at the top of the package she’d just hesitantly opened.
Happy Birthday! The perfect helper for the one who helps everyone else.
As the flight attendants did their usual safety orientation, demonstrating the use of the oxygen mask, and where to pull on the flotation devices under the seat cushions, John drew in his elbows, tried to bring his knees together, and muttered a curse against himself under his breath.
Why couldn’t you just pay the thirty bucks to upgrade to an aisle seat?
As the elephant king lay dying, struck silent by his pain, able only to breathe shattered breaths, his mind thought its last thoughts.
The swallow was a happy bird, but also somewhat superior. Nothing brought her joy the way flying did. Slicing through the clouds and flicking the air with the perfect points of her tail. She believed that birds were the supreme creatures of the world. Because they could fly. Some insects could fly as well, of course. But birds could fly higher, faster, and farther than any insect.
“What did you come here looking for, Dorian?” she asked.
A rumble of thunder sounded outside. And the rain seemed to thicken. Instead of the quick but distinct droplets, there were now just splashes and slaps of water hitting the little house that had been converted into the psychic’s parlor. The lights flickered.
This week’s story will be posted soon. This is the anniversary post for Storyfeather’s sixth year!
The Year of Definitions is done! That was the theme for Storyfeather Year Six.
Aunt Mariya was an alchemist, and she wanted to travel to other dimensions, beginning with the dimension just above our own. She believed that there were many versions of our world, and that each person traveled through all of these versions before arriving at their ultimate home, which she merely called the afterworld.
When she was asked what sort of device or vehicle she proposed to build to take her to these other dimensions, she gave an unexpected answer.
She would make a coat.
Year Seven of Storyfeather is Coming Soon!
Thus far, each year’s stories follow (mostly) a theme.
Year One was the Year of Challenge. A story a week. Could I pull it off? Year Two’s theme was Objects of Power. Year Four was the Year of Creatures. And so on.
What will Year Seven be? Maybe you can help me choose…
The poll is now closed and the choices are made.
Thanks to everyone who voted on the site or on Instagram.
The isle of the giants? Oh, no…no, my friends, I wouldn’t ever try to return there. Once was enough.
I do miss my cousin though. I’m certain he misses me too. But I haven’t seen him since I left the isle, many, many years ago.