Feathered Fables_MOTHER NATURE CULT_The Assistant_Not His Party
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Feathered Fables
There once lived a quill-maker who carved fables into feathers. She dwelt alone in a wooden cabin, at the edge of a mountain range that jutted up sharply into the sky like teeth. She sometimes thought she lived in the bones of a great dragon which roamed the earth long ago, large enough to kiss the stars with fire.Each morning, she rose with the sun and went out into the woods to collect feathers. The birds knew her and flocked to her eagerly, for she fed them seeds and stories in the dim morning light. In return, they gave her preened feathers of all colors and shapes, which she tucked away i...
MOTHER NATURE CULT
This story is set in the island of Rambu in planet GAIA2 which is earth’s twin about 8 centuries behind but is still evolving. The king of Rambu summoned his prime minister (PM) who came. The king said “Can you tell me about that man named Poly?”“He is the head of Mother Nature cult and has introduced new types of worship of Nature. He venerates trees and plant life and halts pollution of waterways and rivers. It was he who introduced Nature day when he wants the entire population to bathe naked in the sea to avoid polluting water bodies like rivers. A large number of people are following him ...
The Assistant
Bailey’s fingers, being the only part of him exposed to the outside, were the coldest part of his body. They were gripping the hood of his cloak and pulling it as far down as he could, hiding the rest of him from the fog settling over the forest like a bad omen. He liked the shadow the hood cast on his face, it hid him from unseen horrors that could be lurking around any corner, behind any tree... His pace sped up in response to the thought. With every step he was reminded of how long he had been walking. Wondering absently how far away he was he realized he didn’t care, he got out, he was fre...
Not His Party
"Macy, come on." Abigail, my sister said. I wove the last lock of golden hair into place. I sighed. Tonight was the Prince's Ball. I'd been invited because I was his sister. And I wasn't excited, because it marked that in a few months, it would be my turn to have a Gala. "Okay, you're ready." I said. She turned around. Her twisted plaits of hair hung tight around her neck. I looked down at her white and pink dress. "Wow, Abigail, you're going to be the belle of the ball, tonight." She told me, rocking back and forth on her feet. I glanced down at my lavender dress. My hands went up to my hair,.www.onedoor.cc..