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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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When I started seeing ghosts, I wasn’t prepared for how many dogs there would be. All breeds, all ages, all sizes. Still following their former owners around, still loving with all their hearts.
If you’ve lost a dog, no you haven’t. Don’t forget them, because they haven’t forgotten you.
If you’ve lost a dog, no you haven’t. Don’t forget them, because they haven’t forgotten you.
Not all ghosts linger due to malice, or unfinished business. More often you will find those who loved so fiercely, dedicated themselves so passionately to something that their spirit remains long after their body is gone. Whose ghost do you meet today?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
February 11, 2026 at 5:54 PM
When I started seeing ghosts, I wasn’t prepared for how many dogs there would be. All breeds, all ages, all sizes. Still following their former owners around, still loving with all their hearts.
If you’ve lost a dog, no you haven’t. Don’t forget them, because they haven’t forgotten you.
If you’ve lost a dog, no you haven’t. Don’t forget them, because they haven’t forgotten you.
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There is no room for birds or trees on a space station, so I bring the ghosts of a forest--elms and oaks, rustling in a long ago breeze. The faint smell of apples from the orchard drifts through the control center, and my quarters are full of birdsong, flashes of brown darting into ghostly leaves.
Not all ghosts linger due to malice, or unfinished business. More often you will find those who loved so fiercely, dedicated themselves so passionately to something that their spirit remains long after their body is gone. Whose ghost do you meet today?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
February 11, 2026 at 6:11 PM
There is no room for birds or trees on a space station, so I bring the ghosts of a forest--elms and oaks, rustling in a long ago breeze. The faint smell of apples from the orchard drifts through the control center, and my quarters are full of birdsong, flashes of brown darting into ghostly leaves.
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"Bird-watching," I repeat, eyebrow quirked. "In the middle of my apartment?"
"Built over my favorite place." The ghost nods, peaceably eyeing up my kitchen cupboards. "You should have seen how it was-oh!" Her eyes shine.
"There's nothing here," I say.
She wipes her eyes. "Birds have ghosts, too."
"Built over my favorite place." The ghost nods, peaceably eyeing up my kitchen cupboards. "You should have seen how it was-oh!" Her eyes shine.
"There's nothing here," I say.
She wipes her eyes. "Birds have ghosts, too."
Not all ghosts linger due to malice, or unfinished business. More often you will find those who loved so fiercely, dedicated themselves so passionately to something that their spirit remains long after their body is gone. Whose ghost do you meet today?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
February 11, 2026 at 1:54 PM
"Bird-watching," I repeat, eyebrow quirked. "In the middle of my apartment?"
"Built over my favorite place." The ghost nods, peaceably eyeing up my kitchen cupboards. "You should have seen how it was-oh!" Her eyes shine.
"There's nothing here," I say.
She wipes her eyes. "Birds have ghosts, too."
"Built over my favorite place." The ghost nods, peaceably eyeing up my kitchen cupboards. "You should have seen how it was-oh!" Her eyes shine.
"There's nothing here," I say.
She wipes her eyes. "Birds have ghosts, too."
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They sit by the hot spring, on the cracked steps laid in by some long ago people. The mosses that vein the cracks also velvet their translucent dark skin. They sing to the steam and the small birds that flutter here and when I slip into the heated waters they sing to me, too.
Not all ghosts linger due to malice, or unfinished business. More often you will find those who loved so fiercely, dedicated themselves so passionately to something that their spirit remains long after their body is gone. Whose ghost do you meet today?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
February 10, 2026 at 7:20 PM
They sit by the hot spring, on the cracked steps laid in by some long ago people. The mosses that vein the cracks also velvet their translucent dark skin. They sing to the steam and the small birds that flutter here and when I slip into the heated waters they sing to me, too.
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Seeking refuge in a world with few third spaces, I met a ghost. A giver, a teacher, a lover of words. She welcomed me, asking what she could do for me. She lingered not because she needed help, but because we did. Card catalog, reference desk, ILL: she knew the Deep Magic, for she was a librarian.
Not all ghosts linger due to malice, or unfinished business. More often you will find those who loved so fiercely, dedicated themselves so passionately to something that their spirit remains long after their body is gone. Whose ghost do you meet today?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
February 10, 2026 at 7:20 PM
Seeking refuge in a world with few third spaces, I met a ghost. A giver, a teacher, a lover of words. She welcomed me, asking what she could do for me. She lingered not because she needed help, but because we did. Card catalog, reference desk, ILL: she knew the Deep Magic, for she was a librarian.
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I should have known the garden was too perfect when I moved in. Crocuses and daffodils, hyacinths and lilacs, a climbing rose unspooling across the lawn. Wildflowers and dandelions, never once mistaken for weeds.
She tends them constantly, humming to herself. My gardening ghost. My quiet company.
She tends them constantly, humming to herself. My gardening ghost. My quiet company.
Not all ghosts linger due to malice, or unfinished business. More often you will find those who loved so fiercely, dedicated themselves so passionately to something that their spirit remains long after their body is gone. Whose ghost do you meet today?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
February 10, 2026 at 9:01 PM
I should have known the garden was too perfect when I moved in. Crocuses and daffodils, hyacinths and lilacs, a climbing rose unspooling across the lawn. Wildflowers and dandelions, never once mistaken for weeds.
She tends them constantly, humming to herself. My gardening ghost. My quiet company.
She tends them constantly, humming to herself. My gardening ghost. My quiet company.
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It takes more effort than it used to, to turn the pegs, but Mr. Heidelberg’s ghostly fingers still manage to help tune all the pianos at the Neubert Community Music School. Those keys take a pounding every day, and the new piano tuner could use all the help she can get.
Not all ghosts linger due to malice, or unfinished business. More often you will find those who loved so fiercely, dedicated themselves so passionately to something that their spirit remains long after their body is gone. Whose ghost do you meet today?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
February 10, 2026 at 9:49 PM
It takes more effort than it used to, to turn the pegs, but Mr. Heidelberg’s ghostly fingers still manage to help tune all the pianos at the Neubert Community Music School. Those keys take a pounding every day, and the new piano tuner could use all the help she can get.
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I felt a nudge against my calf. There, slightly translucent, was Smudge, my loyal companion for 20 years. Tears spilled from my eyes as I reached for him. He swiped at my hand, ghostly paw passing through my hand. It was then I realized I was blocking the way to his favorite spot: the windowsill.
Not all ghosts linger due to malice, or unfinished business. More often you will find those who loved so fiercely, dedicated themselves so passionately to something that their spirit remains long after their body is gone. Whose ghost do you meet today?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
February 10, 2026 at 6:58 PM
I felt a nudge against my calf. There, slightly translucent, was Smudge, my loyal companion for 20 years. Tears spilled from my eyes as I reached for him. He swiped at my hand, ghostly paw passing through my hand. It was then I realized I was blocking the way to his favorite spot: the windowsill.
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Auden was a lover of strays. She fed crows, crafted bat homes, made nests for foxes & cats. Even coyotes came to Auden’s blue door when injured.
The blue paint is chipped, & Auden’s body rots, but her love remains.
Needful creatures come to my blue door, & Auden teaches me to care for them.
The blue paint is chipped, & Auden’s body rots, but her love remains.
Needful creatures come to my blue door, & Auden teaches me to care for them.
Not all ghosts linger due to malice, or unfinished business. More often you will find those who loved so fiercely, dedicated themselves so passionately to something that their spirit remains long after their body is gone. Whose ghost do you meet today?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
February 10, 2026 at 6:55 PM
Auden was a lover of strays. She fed crows, crafted bat homes, made nests for foxes & cats. Even coyotes came to Auden’s blue door when injured.
The blue paint is chipped, & Auden’s body rots, but her love remains.
Needful creatures come to my blue door, & Auden teaches me to care for them.
The blue paint is chipped, & Auden’s body rots, but her love remains.
Needful creatures come to my blue door, & Auden teaches me to care for them.
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I trembled as I opened the door, sure something terrible hid in the old craft room. Another curse rang through the air as the creature came into focus. I squinted at the long, curling strands emanating around the spirit.
"How did I lose a stitch on that row? I counted three times!"
"How did I lose a stitch on that row? I counted three times!"
Not all ghosts linger due to malice, or unfinished business. More often you will find those who loved so fiercely, dedicated themselves so passionately to something that their spirit remains long after their body is gone. Whose ghost do you meet today?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
February 10, 2026 at 6:52 PM
I trembled as I opened the door, sure something terrible hid in the old craft room. Another curse rang through the air as the creature came into focus. I squinted at the long, curling strands emanating around the spirit.
"How did I lose a stitch on that row? I counted three times!"
"How did I lose a stitch on that row? I counted three times!"
Not all ghosts linger due to malice, or unfinished business. More often you will find those who loved so fiercely, dedicated themselves so passionately to something that their spirit remains long after their body is gone. Whose ghost do you meet today?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
February 10, 2026 at 6:43 PM
Not all ghosts linger due to malice, or unfinished business. More often you will find those who loved so fiercely, dedicated themselves so passionately to something that their spirit remains long after their body is gone. Whose ghost do you meet today?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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Encircled by a golden brown flaky crust, the filling is called Heart's Desire: it tastes of whatever touch of sweetness you need in the moment. Apple for nostalgia, blackberry for sharing, blueberry for the one you love. And for those who need it, it tastes of Imposter Syndrome, a true Humble Pie.
You've made it. Through grit and tears, blood and sweat, sleepless nights and shaking hands, you're finally here. The Great Wizarding Baking Challenge. What sort of magical cake or arcane pie do you assemble to introduce yourself, and prove your worth to the judges?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
February 3, 2026 at 9:04 PM
Encircled by a golden brown flaky crust, the filling is called Heart's Desire: it tastes of whatever touch of sweetness you need in the moment. Apple for nostalgia, blackberry for sharing, blueberry for the one you love. And for those who need it, it tastes of Imposter Syndrome, a true Humble Pie.
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As I set dessert in front of the judges, I hum a few bars, and the fiddle-shaped cake turns red and begins to hiss. It was supposed to turn gold & play Johnny's part, but I think I used the wrong kind of cocoa powder in the devil's food cake.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.
You've made it. Through grit and tears, blood and sweat, sleepless nights and shaking hands, you're finally here. The Great Wizarding Baking Challenge. What sort of magical cake or arcane pie do you assemble to introduce yourself, and prove your worth to the judges?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
February 3, 2026 at 6:31 PM
As I set dessert in front of the judges, I hum a few bars, and the fiddle-shaped cake turns red and begins to hiss. It was supposed to turn gold & play Johnny's part, but I think I used the wrong kind of cocoa powder in the devil's food cake.
Oh, dear.
Oh, dear.
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*covered in flop sweat* *staring at judges* I have for you today a... a... all right, so this croquembouche was SUPPOSED to self-assemble and dress itself in *ducks* a beautiful, shiny sugar tracery, but
*ducks again* you may notice that the creampuffs are, somewhat, flying around the room, but
*ducks again* you may notice that the creampuffs are, somewhat, flying around the room, but
You've made it. Through grit and tears, blood and sweat, sleepless nights and shaking hands, you're finally here. The Great Wizarding Baking Challenge. What sort of magical cake or arcane pie do you assemble to introduce yourself, and prove your worth to the judges?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
February 3, 2026 at 6:05 PM
*covered in flop sweat* *staring at judges* I have for you today a... a... all right, so this croquembouche was SUPPOSED to self-assemble and dress itself in *ducks* a beautiful, shiny sugar tracery, but
*ducks again* you may notice that the creampuffs are, somewhat, flying around the room, but
*ducks again* you may notice that the creampuffs are, somewhat, flying around the room, but
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You've made it. Through grit and tears, blood and sweat, sleepless nights and shaking hands, you're finally here. The Great Wizarding Baking Challenge. What sort of magical cake or arcane pie do you assemble to introduce yourself, and prove your worth to the judges?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
February 3, 2026 at 5:34 PM
You've made it. Through grit and tears, blood and sweat, sleepless nights and shaking hands, you're finally here. The Great Wizarding Baking Challenge. What sort of magical cake or arcane pie do you assemble to introduce yourself, and prove your worth to the judges?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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I threw off my parents’ songs when I threw off their religion. Their songs made me itch, made me doubt, made me hate myself. So instead I’ve had to come up with my own songs. Music that affirms, that celebrates, that makes whole that which was broken. Tentative, but gaining confidence every day.
The world runs on music, from percussion battalions to water purification concertos. Layers of song, discord & harmony in equal measure. But at its most basic: the working tunes passed from parent to child to aid you through the day. What power does your song hold?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
January 27, 2026 at 7:13 PM
I threw off my parents’ songs when I threw off their religion. Their songs made me itch, made me doubt, made me hate myself. So instead I’ve had to come up with my own songs. Music that affirms, that celebrates, that makes whole that which was broken. Tentative, but gaining confidence every day.
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Mine is soft and subtle -- I hated it when I was younger. I wanted something with more force, making a greater mark in the world. I envied my brother's martial chants. But now that I am older I understand -- a writer alone in my cottage, my song charms the words from the trees.
The world runs on music, from percussion battalions to water purification concertos. Layers of song, discord & harmony in equal measure. But at its most basic: the working tunes passed from parent to child to aid you through the day. What power does your song hold?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
January 27, 2026 at 5:19 PM
Mine is soft and subtle -- I hated it when I was younger. I wanted something with more force, making a greater mark in the world. I envied my brother's martial chants. But now that I am older I understand -- a writer alone in my cottage, my song charms the words from the trees.
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I weave protection songs into the charms I make for those I love, melodies overlapping like braided leather, stronger together than the individual strands. I beat war songs into our armour, drumbeats of driving force ringing on the steel. And I sing story songs, so we remember what we fight for.
The world runs on music, from percussion battalions to water purification concertos. Layers of song, discord & harmony in equal measure. But at its most basic: the working tunes passed from parent to child to aid you through the day. What power does your song hold?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
January 27, 2026 at 5:16 PM
I weave protection songs into the charms I make for those I love, melodies overlapping like braided leather, stronger together than the individual strands. I beat war songs into our armour, drumbeats of driving force ringing on the steel. And I sing story songs, so we remember what we fight for.
The world runs on music, from percussion battalions to water purification concertos. Layers of song, discord & harmony in equal measure. But at its most basic: the working tunes passed from parent to child to aid you through the day. What power does your song hold?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
January 27, 2026 at 5:10 PM
The world runs on music, from percussion battalions to water purification concertos. Layers of song, discord & harmony in equal measure. But at its most basic: the working tunes passed from parent to child to aid you through the day. What power does your song hold?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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It hits my hat with a *clic!* -- plastic striking plastic. I pick it up and hold it to the remnants of light from above. A blank disc? No, a token -- there's the holographic logo embedded inside. Good for one meal at the CyberCo company cafeteria. HMMMM.
I clutch it, and head for the lifts.
I clutch it, and head for the lifts.
The streets of the Undercity are never clean. Garbage and grime are drip down from the endless bridges of the city above. Residents never go outside without a sturdy hat. What object drops at your feet that makes you decide to enter a lift and search for its owner?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
January 21, 2026 at 7:42 PM
It hits my hat with a *clic!* -- plastic striking plastic. I pick it up and hold it to the remnants of light from above. A blank disc? No, a token -- there's the holographic logo embedded inside. Good for one meal at the CyberCo company cafeteria. HMMMM.
I clutch it, and head for the lifts.
I clutch it, and head for the lifts.
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A miniature hand grips my bootlace and won’t let go. I bend down to pry its brass fingers open, wedging my thumb into its curled palm, but it’s no use. I’ll have to find the key. I’m not giving up a new lace for a damn spare part. The metal sparks against the pavement with each step.
The streets of the Undercity are never clean. Garbage and grime are drip down from the endless bridges of the city above. Residents never go outside without a sturdy hat. What object drops at your feet that makes you decide to enter a lift and search for its owner?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
January 21, 2026 at 5:51 PM
A miniature hand grips my bootlace and won’t let go. I bend down to pry its brass fingers open, wedging my thumb into its curled palm, but it’s no use. I’ll have to find the key. I’m not giving up a new lace for a damn spare part. The metal sparks against the pavement with each step.
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A small orb, beautifully spun in fine glass; lucky I caught it when it bounced off my umbrella, or it would have shattered on the paving stones under my booted feet.
Inside, just a tremulous wisp, faint and flickering, almost extinguished; hope.
I break into a run. Someone needs this, desperately.
Inside, just a tremulous wisp, faint and flickering, almost extinguished; hope.
I break into a run. Someone needs this, desperately.
The streets of the Undercity are never clean. Garbage and grime are drip down from the endless bridges of the city above. Residents never go outside without a sturdy hat. What object drops at your feet that makes you decide to enter a lift and search for its owner?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
January 21, 2026 at 12:25 AM
A small orb, beautifully spun in fine glass; lucky I caught it when it bounced off my umbrella, or it would have shattered on the paving stones under my booted feet.
Inside, just a tremulous wisp, faint and flickering, almost extinguished; hope.
I break into a run. Someone needs this, desperately.
Inside, just a tremulous wisp, faint and flickering, almost extinguished; hope.
I break into a run. Someone needs this, desperately.
The streets of the Undercity are never clean. Garbage and grime are drip down from the endless bridges of the city above. Residents never go outside without a sturdy hat. What object drops at your feet that makes you decide to enter a lift and search for its owner?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
January 20, 2026 at 5:35 PM
The streets of the Undercity are never clean. Garbage and grime are drip down from the endless bridges of the city above. Residents never go outside without a sturdy hat. What object drops at your feet that makes you decide to enter a lift and search for its owner?
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
#TinyTalesTuesday #WritingPrompt
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✨ Announcing...our FIRST NOVELLA ✨
Publisher @kercoby.bsky.social has acquired CREST by @thesuiway.bsky.social for our 2027 debut book line up.
This haunting, ethereal contemporary fantasy captured us from first glimpse, and we're so excited to share it next year.
Read on in the 🧵 for more deets!
Publisher @kercoby.bsky.social has acquired CREST by @thesuiway.bsky.social for our 2027 debut book line up.
This haunting, ethereal contemporary fantasy captured us from first glimpse, and we're so excited to share it next year.
Read on in the 🧵 for more deets!
![An announcement card for Augur's first novella acquisition, CREST. A mountain peak is featured in the background, with a pink gradient below.
Text reads:
ANNOUNCING AUGUR SOCIETY'S FIRST NOVELLA
CREST by A.D. Sui
After more than a decade no-contact, two former friends keep their promise from undergrad and meet up to hike the Pacific Crest Trail together.
But urban legends haunt the trails; secrets hang between them; and an eerie otherside pulls at them both, threatening to keep them from ever going home.
CREST weaves a story about complex friendships, love, and regret, told as an atmospheric contemporary fantasy travelogue by the Nebula-winning author of The Dragonfly Gambit (Neon Hemlock).
Coming Fall 2027
Tags: Contemporary Fantasy, Queer MC
For lovers of [When Marnie Was There, Love Death and Robots, Wild] as images](https://cdn.bsky.app/img/feed_thumbnail/plain/did:plc:lamjrufb4kabavnm4jojmbre/bafkreidlmhp2jdgite5bcvhxp4xwiah6hymfxxpcxlny7fu6im2atnfln4@jpeg)
January 15, 2026 at 3:55 PM
✨ Announcing...our FIRST NOVELLA ✨
Publisher @kercoby.bsky.social has acquired CREST by @thesuiway.bsky.social for our 2027 debut book line up.
This haunting, ethereal contemporary fantasy captured us from first glimpse, and we're so excited to share it next year.
Read on in the 🧵 for more deets!
Publisher @kercoby.bsky.social has acquired CREST by @thesuiway.bsky.social for our 2027 debut book line up.
This haunting, ethereal contemporary fantasy captured us from first glimpse, and we're so excited to share it next year.
Read on in the 🧵 for more deets!