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Angel Feathers

by Amethyst SkellyBones Angel

Rated: 18+ · Book · Writing · #2338096

Brief prose and poetry lacking other categories...

Basically anything under 1500 words. Enjoy

The poem which won 1st place at Rebel Poetry is "Stained Portrait" . I don't usually write in such an overdramatic fashion

The poem which placed second at "Writing 4 Kids" is "Earth is Home" . That is more of my style

The story which placed second at "The Bard's Hall Contest" is "Peg Legs, Parrots and Samurai Swords" . I occasionally write something that might be considered funny...

The story which placed first at "Writing 4 Kids" is "Duck Family Vacation"

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BIG BAD WOLF is Howling

Oct 16, 2025 at 9:14am
In response to "Faith vs Fear"

Nothing quite like Fall, especially Halloween time.

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🦉 Owl-oween

Oct 12, 2025 at 11:36am
In response to "Duck Family Vacation"

This is adorable!

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SpookyBee

Oct 3, 2025 at 4:56am
In response to "Peg Legs, Parrots and Samurai Swords"

My review is based on professional editing points. It is meant to be honest, encouraging, and respectful in accordance with WDC guidelines.

THE STORY

A parrot helps Captain O'Leary solve the Cop Shop Mystery on Founder's Day.

WHAT I LIKED

I liked how Captain O'Leary was inspired to flush the crooks out in the open. True Genius!

POV NARRATION/TENSE

This is told in the 3rd person omniscient. Past tense is used in the story.

DIALOGUE

The dialogue drives the narration.

OPENING PARAGRAPH

The opening paragraph sets up the dilemma who stole the loot. There are a lot of suspects, but some are more suss than others.

CHARACTERS

The characters are highly entertaining and keep the readers engaged. Bingo had to be my favorite, but Brimley and Polly Wanda Cracka were a hoot in their own comedic ways.

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Ned

Sep 17, 2025 at 7:27am
In response to "Loom"

Your poem reminds of a song by Carole King. Our lives truly are a tapestry woven from all our experiences.

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Giant Phantom Jelly

Sep 6, 2025 at 5:06pm
In response to "NICE"

Cool story, I like the way you used the prompt, I would like 2 birthdays in one year but not to be twice as old 😅😅

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iKïyå§amhain

Sep 6, 2025 at 12:27am
In response to "NICE"

Hah! That's an interesting premise indeed.

Not sure about celebrating the birthday's twice in a year though. It's hard enough getting through one alone!
Fun read all around!

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SpookyBee

Sep 2, 2025 at 6:02pm
In response to "Diamonds in the Hills"

My review is based on professional editing points. It is meant to be honest, encouraging, and respectful in accordance with WDC guidelines.

THE POEM

The poem took a look at the properties of a mountain.

WHAT I LIKED

As the poem began, I could see myself in a helicopter, flying over the mountain, making my assessments. Great way to put the reader in the moment.

STRUCTURE

This is a diamante poem. The rules involve having 7 seven lines, first and last line, just one word which is a noun, 2nd and 6th lines, 2 words which are adjectives, 3rd and 5th lines have 3 words which are verbs, 4th line has 4 words - nouns. Diamantes don't have to play hard by the rules, but they should take the shape of a diamond.

MECHANICS

I did not spot any spelling/punctuation mistakes. Good use of WDC ML to increase the font and make it easier to read on WDC.

DESCRIPTIONS

The words used to describe this mountain really gave the mountain it's own look and personality. The use of the word "aiguille," I found an inspired word choice and I had to look it up for it's meaning.

PARTING THOUGHTS/SUGGESTIONS

The opening sets the stage for what to expect from the poem. The title, "Diamonds in the Hills," can be used for the obvious - the mountain is the diamond, but it's word "aiguille" that really fills out the description and makes the diamond take form and shape. Nice word play and expression. The poem followed the prompt and used one of the following words: mountain, beach, or forest. Good luck in the Bard's Hall Contest.

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Wraithy WiԎchy of Woe!

Aug 13, 2025 at 9:50am
In response to "Raven Snow"

Nice comparison! I am more familiar with Wednesday, but your description of Elsa does have a similar attitude about seeking justice as Wednesday.

Good job!

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Spirit writing 💀🎃📜

Aug 9, 2025 at 9:17am
In response to "Stalled Train"

A beautiful story and memorial told in a personal experience way. Thanks for sharing this and glad I found this 😁! 🎖️🇺🇸🚂🚉.
I love trains and as a kid thought I'd be a conductor on the Ny subway system.

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SpookyBee

Aug 5, 2025 at 10:48am
In response to "Liberty"

Thanks for your story for the Bard's Hall July 2025 contest. You did a good job incorporating the photo prompt into your story. There were good emotional elements in the story that tapped into the heartstrings. The story was sweet, inspirational and ended on a hopeful note. Well done!

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October 15, 2025 at 2:27am

#1099340

Horsing Around

Josiah is gone. Yeah, that doesn't sound like much. But mind you, when Josiah is the wizard and I'm the apprentice, things do start to go haywire when I've accidentally turned him into a horse and he took off for greener pastures. If I hadn't been so stupid, he'd still be here. I guess I should apologize to King Alwyn. But he'll probably have my head on a plate, and I can't blame him. Josiah was the top wizard in the land, with the knowledge of a thousand mages and a zillion books stuffed in that wizened head of his. Now what?

I decided to put off the apology and try to rectify the situation, but in the meantime, Alwyn would be wondering where Josiah was. Standing in the middle of the underground magic lab, I flipped through the giant textbook chained to the desk until I came to the formula for duplicating and taking on the guise of someone else. It was almost as complicated as the spell I'd been working on when the catastrophe happened, the one that promised to transform a truckload of coal into a field of fine horses.

Rats! I'd need a sample of Josiah's hair or fingernail clippings to replicate him. I ransacked his room and found some hairs in the washbasin. That would have to do. If I could pull off pretending to be Josiah and keep Alwyn from getting suspicious, that would give me enough time to haul back the horse Josiah and try to reverse the spell. What kind of horse would he be? He must be pretty wild and ornery to have galloped away instead of staying close in the hopes of getting turned back into himself. It was going to be tough even to find him. I'd have to cast some divining spells, maybe ask advice from the Elves.

As I ruminated, I ran circles around the lab, gathering ingredients and setting up test tubes and Bunsen burners. When everything burbled together into a noxious blackish brew, I spoke the magic words and poured myself a serving of it. Looking in the mirror, I could see it working, transforming me from a lanky kid to a scraggly old geezer the spitting image of Josiah.

Ok, got that done. Now, to stroll casually outside, fetch a lasso and some feed at the stables, and try to figure out how to get Josiah back into his own form.

King Alwyn stopped me as I scooted across the hallway.

“I say, Josiah, is Steve ok?”

What a confusing question! I almost forgot who I was as I stuttered to answer.

“I'm on my way out to the hill country to look for, uh, some herbs. This might take a while. Don't expect to see Steve around, he has a big experiment going on in the lab.”

Alwyn looked at me funny.

“That wasn't the same answer you gave me ten minutes ago.”

My stomach sank into my boots.

“It – wasn't?”

“No. You were rushing towards the lab in a growling huff about getting your hands on Steve.”

“Oh… But… Yeah, I remember now.”

I shook under my oversized wizard's cape. Did Josiah somehow “un-horse” himself? In that case…

“Steve!” A distinctive voice bellowed. “What have you done!”

I spun around to see Josiah, very much “un-horsed.” His eyes sparkled daggers at me like a knife thrower at a tournament.

“Oh, hello, sir… Uh, shouldn't you be out in the stables?”

“That was a time-restricted spell! Now look what you've done, you idiot. The imposter spell is irreversible!”

My stomach leaked right out of the holes in my boots and disappeared through a crack in the floor, all the way to the dungeon below.

Alwyn looked from one to the other of us, lips trembling somewhere between a laugh and a sigh.

“I'll call in the Elves and see if they can run a reset spell on you, Steve. We'll probably have to wait until the right astrological alignments. In the meantime, I'm not averse to having two Josiahs on my staff.”

This was gonna be a very long week.

Words: 687
Written for "Starting Stories"

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