Tales & Feathers Magazine
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Hello wonderful readers

big news today

🌟✨TALES & FEATHERS VOLUME 3 IS RELEASED!✨🌟

Get ready for fish-gyals, hellhound puppies, food, family, friendship, & more. 💖

Subscribers will find the issue in their inboxes within 24 hours, and 2 pieces are free on our site RIGHT NOW. 😍

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Tales & Feathers Magazine - Volume 3
Join us to explore the idea of connection. The way we can be connected to the people around us and to the worlds we live in.
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hannelarsson.bsky.social
No one said what happened to the crew member whose bunk I inherited. It's an upgrade, by a window, paint included.
Their dreams come to me in colours - mermaid-turquoise, beechleaf-green, octopus-purple. I paint on rice-paper, sold as memory scraps so they're remembered in this forever black.
talesfeathers.bsky.social
On an interplanetary merchant ship, strictly enforced rules and regulations are how a crew survives with ship intact and food properly rationed. Even so, each crewmember is allowed a few grams of paint and personal items for their bunk. What does your cot look like?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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angelamcowan.bsky.social
You found the embroidered book at an abandoned reclamation site two years ago, and you should have reported it, but the feel of the linen and thread awoke something desperate inside, and you snuck it on board. It’s given you the names for the plants you dream about, and awakened you to dozens more.
talesfeathers.bsky.social
On an interplanetary merchant ship, strictly enforced rules and regulations are how a crew survives with ship intact and food properly rationed. Even so, each crewmember is allowed a few grams of paint and personal items for their bunk. What does your cot look like?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
talesfeathers.bsky.social
Omg this is gorgeous!! 😍
niallspain.bsky.social
So the phenomenal Fraeya Pinto just sent me ART OF MY STORY 🤩🤩🤩 (I'm blown away)

Check out this amazing piece of work inspired by my @talesfeathers.bsky.social story The Last Chance Locksmith and then go read the story itself:

augursociety.org/the-last-cha...
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archnemesisg.bsky.social
Mi abuela wanted to be an astronaut, cuando Earth was still viable. I know all the stories about the space race. Now we all live in ships, plodding from one planet to the next. But I'm no astronaut. So I paint the walls black and hang una foto she gave me. A single dot of azul in a beam de luz.
talesfeathers.bsky.social
On an interplanetary merchant ship, strictly enforced rules and regulations are how a crew survives with ship intact and food properly rationed. Even so, each crewmember is allowed a few grams of paint and personal items for their bunk. What does your cot look like?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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lockheedelektra.bsky.social
I don't know if I'm painting the tree right. I've only heard stories from my grandfather, handed down through the centuries. Before our planet died, he said, you could pluck food right off them. It's a far-fetched idea, but the fantasy helps me fall asleep, clutching an heirloom jar of ancient dirt.
talesfeathers.bsky.social
On an interplanetary merchant ship, strictly enforced rules and regulations are how a crew survives with ship intact and food properly rationed. Even so, each crewmember is allowed a few grams of paint and personal items for their bunk. What does your cot look like?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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amulderwrites.bsky.social
Most paint over previous occupants' decorations.

I like all the rough portraits of loved ones.

I squeeze my own portraits into empty spaces.

Years later, when I'm invited back for the ship's retiring, collages cover everything.

I recognize one man. Others recognize me.

"Nice to finally meet."
talesfeathers.bsky.social
On an interplanetary merchant ship, strictly enforced rules and regulations are how a crew survives with ship intact and food properly rationed. Even so, each crewmember is allowed a few grams of paint and personal items for their bunk. What does your cot look like?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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vedraven.bsky.social
The cramped ship quarters have always made it hard for me to breathe.

I painted my walls with the turquoise, sandy beaches of home, decorated it with myriad shells my family gifted to me when I had to leave.

With the blue curtain drawn, I can almost smell the sea, and when I dream, I'm back home.
talesfeathers.bsky.social
On an interplanetary merchant ship, strictly enforced rules and regulations are how a crew survives with ship intact and food properly rationed. Even so, each crewmember is allowed a few grams of paint and personal items for their bunk. What does your cot look like?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
talesfeathers.bsky.social
On an interplanetary merchant ship, strictly enforced rules and regulations are how a crew survives with ship intact and food properly rationed. Even so, each crewmember is allowed a few grams of paint and personal items for their bunk. What does your cot look like?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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niallspain.bsky.social
In February my story The Last Chance Locksmith was picked as one of the must read Fantasy short stories by @reactorsff.bsky.social 🥰

Now you can read it for free!
talesfeathers.bsky.social
New T&F story is NOW LIVE!

Check out “The Last Chance Locksmith” by @niallspain.bsky.social! ☕🔥

Settle in for a cozy fantasy story about an artificer, her coffee, and the unfortunate adventures that keep rocking her bunker!

Read it NOW! 🔗 Link in bio.
An image with an orange plain background. There is a graphic of an open book at the bottom of the image. In the middle is a white square. Inside of the square reads: “A shockwave rippled through the bunker. Unfortunately, this knocked one of Heather’s romance novels off her shelf and onto the thick carpet below. Even worse, it woke her a whole thirty-seven minutes early. The rumbling faded fast—the clinking of glass beakers from her lab stilling soon after—but there was no chance she’d fall back asleep now.” in black text. Beneath it reads: "Tales and Feathers Magazine — Volume 3" then there is a link symbol beside the link: https://augursociety.org/the-last-chance-locksmith/
talesfeathers.bsky.social
New T&F story is NOW LIVE!

Check out “The Last Chance Locksmith” by @niallspain.bsky.social! ☕🔥

Settle in for a cozy fantasy story about an artificer, her coffee, and the unfortunate adventures that keep rocking her bunker!

Read it NOW! 🔗 Link in bio.
An image with an orange plain background. There is a graphic of an open book at the bottom of the image. In the middle is a white square. Inside of the square reads: “A shockwave rippled through the bunker. Unfortunately, this knocked one of Heather’s romance novels off her shelf and onto the thick carpet below. Even worse, it woke her a whole thirty-seven minutes early. The rumbling faded fast—the clinking of glass beakers from her lab stilling soon after—but there was no chance she’d fall back asleep now.” in black text. Beneath it reads: "Tales and Feathers Magazine — Volume 3" then there is a link symbol beside the link: https://augursociety.org/the-last-chance-locksmith/
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thequantummage.bsky.social
Do I need a button up button, to keep things neat and tidy and buttoned up? Or perhaps a button down button to always be prepared and well buttoned down for disasters? No, I think, a button your lip button for supporters of the badministration.

“I’ll take a gross, please!”
talesfeathers.bsky.social
The village buzzes with life when the Button Merchant arrives. Everyone wants to buy a shiny brass button for their son's coming of age; a diamond one for an engagement; an indigo one to complete the rainbow down their shirt. What sort of button do you seek?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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bookmarkedone.bsky.social
My family is the only one to wear abalone shell. The buttons are cool and smooth under my thumb as I fasten my little son's thick sealskin coat.

He has never seen the sea. He does not know what I miss. But someday, someday he will feel cold waves kiss his skin, as I did.
talesfeathers.bsky.social
The village buzzes with life when the Button Merchant arrives. Everyone wants to buy a shiny brass button for their son's coming of age; a diamond one for an engagement; an indigo one to complete the rainbow down their shirt. What sort of button do you seek?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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amulderwrites.bsky.social
At first, I just wanted any ole button from far away. Dreaming of places beyond our walls, charmed by designs and words I didn't recognize.

Then I found words I did recognize, etched onto undersides.

Now I hoard certain buttons, eager to put them in order, and hand my own back.

The seller winks.
talesfeathers.bsky.social
The village buzzes with life when the Button Merchant arrives. Everyone wants to buy a shiny brass button for their son's coming of age; a diamond one for an engagement; an indigo one to complete the rainbow down their shirt. What sort of button do you seek?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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quiara.net
What button do you get for a day of grief? Today is the day my father passed into shadow and I want something to hold, to remember and — sometimes — to forget.
talesfeathers.bsky.social
The village buzzes with life when the Button Merchant arrives. Everyone wants to buy a shiny brass button for their son's coming of age; a diamond one for an engagement; an indigo one to complete the rainbow down their shirt. What sort of button do you seek?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
talesfeathers.bsky.social
The village buzzes with life when the Button Merchant arrives. Everyone wants to buy a shiny brass button for their son's coming of age; a diamond one for an engagement; an indigo one to complete the rainbow down their shirt. What sort of button do you seek?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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2probablynever.bsky.social
Battered suitcase in hand, I decline the android's help as I go down the stairs slowly. I say goodbye to the mushroom vendor on floor 215, I listen to the baker's news on floor 199, I sing with the choir at the church on floor 155, I fish in the pond on floor 73. I'm finally moving to the forest.
talesfeathers.bsky.social
In your city the towers never stop rising. New construction is always happening, stacking more units one atop the other like the teetering ice cream scoops of an over-eager child. Whose homes and businesses do you pass through each morning on your way to the ground?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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bookmarkedone.bsky.social
The city must eat. It is what my mother and father taught me. There has never been famine since we learned to listen.

At the top, sunflowers, wheat. Pumpkin and strawberry shoots trail from windows, by waterfalls. In the cool, dark soil, potatoes, yellow, purple, orange.

Every plant, a memory.
talesfeathers.bsky.social
In your city the towers never stop rising. New construction is always happening, stacking more units one atop the other like the teetering ice cream scoops of an over-eager child. Whose homes and businesses do you pass through each morning on your way to the ground?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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amulderwrites.bsky.social
The tide was harsh today, a whole tower crumbled to nothing but a heap of sand.

If we don't shore up the base, City Hall will be next.

The moment the water recedes, we clamber down the wreckage, laying shovels down to use as slides, wedging a pail into a cracking foundation.

We rebuild, as ever.
talesfeathers.bsky.social
In your city the towers never stop rising. New construction is always happening, stacking more units one atop the other like the teetering ice cream scoops of an over-eager child. Whose homes and businesses do you pass through each morning on your way to the ground?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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thequantummage.bsky.social
The Ground. Fabled. Legendary. Mythical? Five solar cycles on my quest to find it. The way out is through. The way through is Down. Not every Stair is usable, so Up nearly as often. Through Parks, and Passages. Business Centers and Hydroponic Farms. Dorms, to sleep. The Ground calls. Down is out!
talesfeathers.bsky.social
In your city the towers never stop rising. New construction is always happening, stacking more units one atop the other like the teetering ice cream scoops of an over-eager child. Whose homes and businesses do you pass through each morning on your way to the ground?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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jamielnathan.bsky.social
I secure my parachute as I head away from the main shaft, so busy this time of day it take ages to jump, to the skywalk that bridges the buildings. I venture five buildings west--to the Morely Estate. Their grand mansion touches the clouds and also has a right of way shaft. 1/
talesfeathers.bsky.social
In your city the towers never stop rising. New construction is always happening, stacking more units one atop the other like the teetering ice cream scoops of an over-eager child. Whose homes and businesses do you pass through each morning on your way to the ground?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
talesfeathers.bsky.social
In your city the towers never stop rising. New construction is always happening, stacking more units one atop the other like the teetering ice cream scoops of an over-eager child. Whose homes and businesses do you pass through each morning on your way to the ground?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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suntorya.bsky.social
One day left to apply for the Augur Editor role! You'd get to collaborate with an awesome team on putting our future issues together, for both Augur Magazine and @talesfeathers.bsky.social. Apps on our site!
augursociety.bsky.social
✨ Augur Editor update ✨

The application deadline has been extended to SEPT 26th! 🚨

Don’t miss your chance to apply!
augursociety.bsky.social
Looking to join the Augur team? 👀 Now's your chance!

We are looking for dedicated, experienced, and compassionate folks to join our all-volunteer Editorial team! 💫🖋️ If you want to help shape the future of Augur magazine--APPLY NOW!

DEADLINE to submit your application is Sep 21 🗓️

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talesfeathers.bsky.social
There's still one day left to apply to be an Augur editor. Edit for Augur and Tales & Feathers! We'd love to have you join the team. 💜✨
augursociety.bsky.social
✨ Augur Editor update ✨

The application deadline has been extended to SEPT 26th! 🚨

Don’t miss your chance to apply!
augursociety.bsky.social
Looking to join the Augur team? 👀 Now's your chance!

We are looking for dedicated, experienced, and compassionate folks to join our all-volunteer Editorial team! 💫🖋️ If you want to help shape the future of Augur magazine--APPLY NOW!

DEADLINE to submit your application is Sep 21 🗓️

🔗in bio!
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thequantummage.bsky.social
In an effort of conservationism, I taught the local corvids to play poker. Conservationism? you ask.

Yes. Because I taught them to use bottle caps instead of chips. There is now not a single cap littering a ten mile square area. And I don't have to throw mine away, I just make sure to lose.

1/2
talesfeathers.bsky.social
Thanks to your neighbour teaching them soccer last year, a murder of crows has formed a soccer league that meets weekly up on the hill. A nearby unkindness of ravens plays bocce. What sport do you teach your local corvids?

#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt