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Follow #TinyTalesTuesday for weekly cozy writing prompts!
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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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🌟✨TALES & FEATHERS VOLUME 3 IS RELEASED!✨🌟
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I stop by a stall selling blistered shishito peppers in grease proof bags, then make my way to the courtyard rest area, where my pet elemental is allowed to relieve itself by causing a localized squall over the imported grass.
The tickets were cheap, but now you're stuck with a six hour layover in the Elderhall Skyport before the next dragon arrives to take you to Feyhome. What do you find to amuse yourself during the wait?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
December 2, 2025 at 7:09 PM
I stop by a stall selling blistered shishito peppers in grease proof bags, then make my way to the courtyard rest area, where my pet elemental is allowed to relieve itself by causing a localized squall over the imported grass.
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When in doubt eat, drink, and be merry is, if not your motto, at least your ambition. You decide to try the new Pub in the Skyport. Their advertising says it's "The Brew that is True!" and "Trust the Flagon with the Dragon!"
If nothing else at least you'll be full when you leave the Skyport.
If nothing else at least you'll be full when you leave the Skyport.
The tickets were cheap, but now you're stuck with a six hour layover in the Elderhall Skyport before the next dragon arrives to take you to Feyhome. What do you find to amuse yourself during the wait?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
December 2, 2025 at 5:25 PM
When in doubt eat, drink, and be merry is, if not your motto, at least your ambition. You decide to try the new Pub in the Skyport. Their advertising says it's "The Brew that is True!" and "Trust the Flagon with the Dragon!"
If nothing else at least you'll be full when you leave the Skyport.
If nothing else at least you'll be full when you leave the Skyport.
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I stop by the bookstore, to start with, and pick up a steamy-looking M/M romance that takes place in a fantasy setting called “Earth.” Then I find the nearest watering hole that offers something other than ale and nurse a Faery Fire cocktail until it’s time to board.
The tickets were cheap, but now you're stuck with a six hour layover in the Elderhall Skyport before the next dragon arrives to take you to Feyhome. What do you find to amuse yourself during the wait?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
December 2, 2025 at 5:23 PM
I stop by the bookstore, to start with, and pick up a steamy-looking M/M romance that takes place in a fantasy setting called “Earth.” Then I find the nearest watering hole that offers something other than ale and nurse a Faery Fire cocktail until it’s time to board.
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The terminal was famous for its buskers. I pass a few musicians, a sand artist, caricaturist, and a pair of juggler to find a small crowd around and elderly couple deftly retelling the story of Jerome and the Gbalastor with marionettes. The show is light and fanciful but the puppeteers are maudlin.
The tickets were cheap, but now you're stuck with a six hour layover in the Elderhall Skyport before the next dragon arrives to take you to Feyhome. What do you find to amuse yourself during the wait?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
December 2, 2025 at 5:15 PM
The terminal was famous for its buskers. I pass a few musicians, a sand artist, caricaturist, and a pair of juggler to find a small crowd around and elderly couple deftly retelling the story of Jerome and the Gbalastor with marionettes. The show is light and fanciful but the puppeteers are maudlin.
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Six hours isn't SO bad... I might try one of the new nap pods? (Basically a local crone bewitches you into the form of a newt, and then puts you in a bottle with some moss. When your time is up you get turned back, unless your credit card gets declined.)
The tickets were cheap, but now you're stuck with a six hour layover in the Elderhall Skyport before the next dragon arrives to take you to Feyhome. What do you find to amuse yourself during the wait?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
December 2, 2025 at 5:12 PM
Six hours isn't SO bad... I might try one of the new nap pods? (Basically a local crone bewitches you into the form of a newt, and then puts you in a bottle with some moss. When your time is up you get turned back, unless your credit card gets declined.)
The tickets were cheap, but now you're stuck with a six hour layover in the Elderhall Skyport before the next dragon arrives to take you to Feyhome. What do you find to amuse yourself during the wait?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
December 2, 2025 at 5:06 PM
The tickets were cheap, but now you're stuck with a six hour layover in the Elderhall Skyport before the next dragon arrives to take you to Feyhome. What do you find to amuse yourself during the wait?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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I follow my own footsteps through the drifts, bending down, scrabbling dirty snow here and there, hoping, without expectation. Finally, I stand, stretch, realize I've left the way and found virgin snow. Look up. Diamond stars twinkle on velvet darkness. Beauty in simply being. Peace fills me full.
It's not until you've bundled inside, stomped ice from boots and burned lips on hot chocolate, that you realize you lost your necklace out there in the drifts. You suit back up, search in the waning light, but the necklace remains lost. What do you find instead?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
November 25, 2025 at 7:24 PM
I follow my own footsteps through the drifts, bending down, scrabbling dirty snow here and there, hoping, without expectation. Finally, I stand, stretch, realize I've left the way and found virgin snow. Look up. Diamond stars twinkle on velvet darkness. Beauty in simply being. Peace fills me full.
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The ice ferret tilted it's head at me. I glared back.
"You took it didn't you?"
It gave no answer, but I was certain. They love shiny objects
"Bring it back to my cabin and I'll give you some chicken."
It ears perked up and it dashed under the snow.
Looks like I'm having a dinner guest tonight.
"You took it didn't you?"
It gave no answer, but I was certain. They love shiny objects
"Bring it back to my cabin and I'll give you some chicken."
It ears perked up and it dashed under the snow.
Looks like I'm having a dinner guest tonight.
It's not until you've bundled inside, stomped ice from boots and burned lips on hot chocolate, that you realize you lost your necklace out there in the drifts. You suit back up, search in the waning light, but the necklace remains lost. What do you find instead?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
November 25, 2025 at 6:52 PM
The ice ferret tilted it's head at me. I glared back.
"You took it didn't you?"
It gave no answer, but I was certain. They love shiny objects
"Bring it back to my cabin and I'll give you some chicken."
It ears perked up and it dashed under the snow.
Looks like I'm having a dinner guest tonight.
"You took it didn't you?"
It gave no answer, but I was certain. They love shiny objects
"Bring it back to my cabin and I'll give you some chicken."
It ears perked up and it dashed under the snow.
Looks like I'm having a dinner guest tonight.
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You wouldn’t have seen it without the sun’s low-angled light, but there’s a smooth circle of ice with a deep imprint of your necklace. It cracks open when you brush a finger over it, revealing a small wooden ring inscribed with snowdrops. It fits perfectly on your thumb, and you accept the trade.
It's not until you've bundled inside, stomped ice from boots and burned lips on hot chocolate, that you realize you lost your necklace out there in the drifts. You suit back up, search in the waning light, but the necklace remains lost. What do you find instead?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
November 25, 2025 at 5:52 PM
You wouldn’t have seen it without the sun’s low-angled light, but there’s a smooth circle of ice with a deep imprint of your necklace. It cracks open when you brush a finger over it, revealing a small wooden ring inscribed with snowdrops. It fits perfectly on your thumb, and you accept the trade.
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I retrace my snowy footsteps back towards the gate, sweeping my lantern in front of me, keen to see even the faintest glint in the drifts. The light bounces off an object pushed into the snowbank by the garden gate. It's glass. 1/3
It's not until you've bundled inside, stomped ice from boots and burned lips on hot chocolate, that you realize you lost your necklace out there in the drifts. You suit back up, search in the waning light, but the necklace remains lost. What do you find instead?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
November 25, 2025 at 5:25 PM
I retrace my snowy footsteps back towards the gate, sweeping my lantern in front of me, keen to see even the faintest glint in the drifts. The light bounces off an object pushed into the snowbank by the garden gate. It's glass. 1/3
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"I've talked to you about this," I said, and cracked ice off my gloves. Plunging my hand into the creek had coated them with clear, cold water that had frozen immediately on contact with the air. "Several times."
The naiad grinned at me and flicked her tail. My necklace gleamed around her waist.
The naiad grinned at me and flicked her tail. My necklace gleamed around her waist.
It's not until you've bundled inside, stomped ice from boots and burned lips on hot chocolate, that you realize you lost your necklace out there in the drifts. You suit back up, search in the waning light, but the necklace remains lost. What do you find instead?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
November 25, 2025 at 5:04 PM
"I've talked to you about this," I said, and cracked ice off my gloves. Plunging my hand into the creek had coated them with clear, cold water that had frozen immediately on contact with the air. "Several times."
The naiad grinned at me and flicked her tail. My necklace gleamed around her waist.
The naiad grinned at me and flicked her tail. My necklace gleamed around her waist.
It's not until you've bundled inside, stomped ice from boots and burned lips on hot chocolate, that you realize you lost your necklace out there in the drifts. You suit back up, search in the waning light, but the necklace remains lost. What do you find instead?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
November 25, 2025 at 5:00 PM
It's not until you've bundled inside, stomped ice from boots and burned lips on hot chocolate, that you realize you lost your necklace out there in the drifts. You suit back up, search in the waning light, but the necklace remains lost. What do you find instead?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
We've got a new T&F story for you this Monday! 👀
"After the Astronaut and the North Star Kiss" by Stefan Alcalá Slater is a tale of cosmic longing & the moment where two lonely explorers finally collide! 🌌💫
Read it NOW! 🔗 Link in bio.
P.S. every story in Vol 3 is now on our site, free to read!
"After the Astronaut and the North Star Kiss" by Stefan Alcalá Slater is a tale of cosmic longing & the moment where two lonely explorers finally collide! 🌌💫
Read it NOW! 🔗 Link in bio.
P.S. every story in Vol 3 is now on our site, free to read!
November 24, 2025 at 6:18 PM
We've got a new T&F story for you this Monday! 👀
"After the Astronaut and the North Star Kiss" by Stefan Alcalá Slater is a tale of cosmic longing & the moment where two lonely explorers finally collide! 🌌💫
Read it NOW! 🔗 Link in bio.
P.S. every story in Vol 3 is now on our site, free to read!
"After the Astronaut and the North Star Kiss" by Stefan Alcalá Slater is a tale of cosmic longing & the moment where two lonely explorers finally collide! 🌌💫
Read it NOW! 🔗 Link in bio.
P.S. every story in Vol 3 is now on our site, free to read!
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“I have a rock, speckled and the color of sand. I had found it nestled in a heap of moss and cattails. I fancied it the most precious of my collection until one day a crack like Cygnus appeared on its surface, and it started to hatch.”
The thing about stones is you will never find two the same. You try; searching sandy shores, mossy caves, and volcanic peaks, but there is always variation in texture, shape, gradation, and history. What are some of the jewels (literal or not) of your collection?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
November 19, 2025 at 12:55 AM
“I have a rock, speckled and the color of sand. I had found it nestled in a heap of moss and cattails. I fancied it the most precious of my collection until one day a crack like Cygnus appeared on its surface, and it started to hatch.”
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the closest match i find: two pebbles, carved into miniature, near-identical foxes. differences only appear in defects inflected by unskilled hands. two carvers on opposite sides of the world, centuries apart, foxes tucked away in stony caves. i oft dream of attempting to carve them a third sibling.
The thing about stones is you will never find two the same. You try; searching sandy shores, mossy caves, and volcanic peaks, but there is always variation in texture, shape, gradation, and history. What are some of the jewels (literal or not) of your collection?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
November 18, 2025 at 8:41 PM
the closest match i find: two pebbles, carved into miniature, near-identical foxes. differences only appear in defects inflected by unskilled hands. two carvers on opposite sides of the world, centuries apart, foxes tucked away in stony caves. i oft dream of attempting to carve them a third sibling.
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My rock is mossy on one side, a miniscule shroom kingdom hidden in a crack, it's tiny queen holding court in the green meadow, her people always smiling. I was told that throwing the rock up in the air would make any wish come true, but not disturbing the queen was my first wish, so I don't.
The thing about stones is you will never find two the same. You try; searching sandy shores, mossy caves, and volcanic peaks, but there is always variation in texture, shape, gradation, and history. What are some of the jewels (literal or not) of your collection?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
November 18, 2025 at 8:25 PM
My rock is mossy on one side, a miniscule shroom kingdom hidden in a crack, it's tiny queen holding court in the green meadow, her people always smiling. I was told that throwing the rock up in the air would make any wish come true, but not disturbing the queen was my first wish, so I don't.
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(Note: While this is true in the mundane sense, in the alchemical sense any two sufficiently similar stones can be made to *act* identical. This is the basis for the “answerable,” the communications device that has knit our Eternal & Most Serene Republic together for millennia against mighty odds.)
The thing about stones is you will never find two the same. You try; searching sandy shores, mossy caves, and volcanic peaks, but there is always variation in texture, shape, gradation, and history. What are some of the jewels (literal or not) of your collection?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
November 18, 2025 at 8:22 PM
(Note: While this is true in the mundane sense, in the alchemical sense any two sufficiently similar stones can be made to *act* identical. This is the basis for the “answerable,” the communications device that has knit our Eternal & Most Serene Republic together for millennia against mighty odds.)
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These agates, see how they shine? They're not reflecting the lamplight, they produce their own light from within. You could light a whole theater with just a few Forbidden Coast agates. They're difficult to find, as their light can only be seen after at least eight or ten weeks in the rock tumbler.
The thing about stones is you will never find two the same. You try; searching sandy shores, mossy caves, and volcanic peaks, but there is always variation in texture, shape, gradation, and history. What are some of the jewels (literal or not) of your collection?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
November 18, 2025 at 7:57 PM
These agates, see how they shine? They're not reflecting the lamplight, they produce their own light from within. You could light a whole theater with just a few Forbidden Coast agates. They're difficult to find, as their light can only be seen after at least eight or ten weeks in the rock tumbler.
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The brochure called the masonry marble but it’s more like well-aged limestone. Look closely. A curved cross-section of a clam. The spiral of a snail’s shell. It still remembers being sea.
When the waves come up to my block, it will welcome them home.
When the waves come up to my block, it will welcome them home.
The thing about stones is you will never find two the same. You try; searching sandy shores, mossy caves, and volcanic peaks, but there is always variation in texture, shape, gradation, and history. What are some of the jewels (literal or not) of your collection?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
November 18, 2025 at 5:42 PM
The brochure called the masonry marble but it’s more like well-aged limestone. Look closely. A curved cross-section of a clam. The spiral of a snail’s shell. It still remembers being sea.
When the waves come up to my block, it will welcome them home.
When the waves come up to my block, it will welcome them home.
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Behold, my favorite stone! Plucked from the shores of Inishmaan, the middle
Island of the Aran Islands off the west coast of Ireland, and most magical place. It is wonderfully rounded from decades, if not centuries, of North Atlantic waves.
Island of the Aran Islands off the west coast of Ireland, and most magical place. It is wonderfully rounded from decades, if not centuries, of North Atlantic waves.
November 18, 2025 at 5:29 PM
Behold, my favorite stone! Plucked from the shores of Inishmaan, the middle
Island of the Aran Islands off the west coast of Ireland, and most magical place. It is wonderfully rounded from decades, if not centuries, of North Atlantic waves.
Island of the Aran Islands off the west coast of Ireland, and most magical place. It is wonderfully rounded from decades, if not centuries, of North Atlantic waves.
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*holds it out to you* They say this one fell from the sky -- I can't vouch for that myself, as I wasn't born yet. But I found a piece in the bog a few years ago and isn't it strange? It has all these little amber glassy windows you can kind of see through, and not always to our world.
The thing about stones is you will never find two the same. You try; searching sandy shores, mossy caves, and volcanic peaks, but there is always variation in texture, shape, gradation, and history. What are some of the jewels (literal or not) of your collection?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
November 18, 2025 at 5:17 PM
*holds it out to you* They say this one fell from the sky -- I can't vouch for that myself, as I wasn't born yet. But I found a piece in the bog a few years ago and isn't it strange? It has all these little amber glassy windows you can kind of see through, and not always to our world.
The thing about stones is you will never find two the same. You try; searching sandy shores, mossy caves, and volcanic peaks, but there is always variation in texture, shape, gradation, and history. What are some of the jewels (literal or not) of your collection?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
November 18, 2025 at 5:13 PM
The thing about stones is you will never find two the same. You try; searching sandy shores, mossy caves, and volcanic peaks, but there is always variation in texture, shape, gradation, and history. What are some of the jewels (literal or not) of your collection?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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My @talesfeathers.bsky.social story is now free to read! Mind the content warnings augursociety.org/the-purpose-...
The Purpose of a Pyromaniac Descendent by Wen Wen Yang
I don’t know why I expected the afterlife to be different from my beforelife.In fact, I hadn’t expected an afterlife at all. As the youngest person in dìfǔ, with no descendants, I certainly didn’t ant...
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November 10, 2025 at 6:51 PM
My @talesfeathers.bsky.social story is now free to read! Mind the content warnings augursociety.org/the-purpose-...
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“The Purpose of a Pyromaniac Descendent” by @muteddragon.bsky.social is a hauntingly tender tale of the afterlife, family, and cultural reconnection. ✨
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“The Purpose of a Pyromaniac Descendent” by @muteddragon.bsky.social is a hauntingly tender tale of the afterlife, family, and cultural reconnection. ✨
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November 10, 2025 at 10:07 PM
It’s freezing out! ❄️ Bundle up with a new story NOW LIVE on our site!
“The Purpose of a Pyromaniac Descendent” by @muteddragon.bsky.social is a hauntingly tender tale of the afterlife, family, and cultural reconnection. ✨
Read it NOW for free! 🔗 Link in bio.
“The Purpose of a Pyromaniac Descendent” by @muteddragon.bsky.social is a hauntingly tender tale of the afterlife, family, and cultural reconnection. ✨
Read it NOW for free! 🔗 Link in bio.
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I start with an intricate mycelial web that binds the new topsoil of the entire asteroid together. I have grand plans for soaring redwoods and megafauna, but I get distracted and come back to find a fungal paradise. People start calling it “The Mushroom Planet”—maddening because it’s an asteroid.
When terraforming an asteroid, you have a blank slate to build a tiny new world. Later, low-income orbital housing will be built here, or community homes for interplanetary travel, but first you have control. What flora and fauna do you coax to life on this rock?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
November 4, 2025 at 9:11 PM
I start with an intricate mycelial web that binds the new topsoil of the entire asteroid together. I have grand plans for soaring redwoods and megafauna, but I get distracted and come back to find a fungal paradise. People start calling it “The Mushroom Planet”—maddening because it’s an asteroid.