Feathers Stories

An erotic FanFiction about the relationship between a factory worker and a chicken nugget.

**SAMPLE ONLY. THIS BOOK IS PUBLISHED ON AMAZON KINDLE AND RADISH APP** BOOK 2 After defeating the demons and saving her loved ones with her friends, Vienna still gets the sense that her life is in peril. It doesn't help that her mysterious new rash is getting worse, or that she continues to see Randal in her dreams. Friendships are examined, relationships tested, and new creations are born in the sequel to Flaws and Feathers. © Jojo B 2020 All rights reserved

Wassup!!! Tis Mythic Bean Bean-Legend, sending good vibes to wherever you might be reading this from! This is a journal to keep track of my progress with growing wings (I'm becoming an avian and I've been growing my wings for almost a year). I promise you that this is very much real, and guarantee that this journal is purely nonfiction (I'm a horrible writer, so I probably wouldn't be able to write any worthwhile fiction anyway x3). Uuuuhhh... honestly I'm not sure what else to put here, so... happy reading?? ***COVER ART IS NOT MINE*** Disclaimer: This is a log of my personal experiences, AND IS STILL VERY MUCH A WORK IN PROGRESS!! In addition, my experiences might not be how wing growth works for everyone! I'm still working out a format for everything, and I just thought it'd be nice to keep a journal so that others could compare their experiences to mine.

-UP FOR ADOPTION, DISCONTINUED- DT: DreamTale. DS: DreamSwap. UV: UnderVerse. SV: SwapVerse. Warning, Profanity. The cover is slightly edited by me. So my brain had a weird thought, 'What if the DT, DS, UV, SV, and Swaps lived together?' And I was like, hey sure, idk. Why don't I make a shit post book about my random thoughts? And then my brain was like 'Sure ya whatev.' So here I am, making a shitpost book.

birds born in a cage think flying is an illness.

This is only a sample of my draft for my story that I am writing. I am planning on rewriting this story entirely into a different setup, but I would still like people to be able to read the original plan for what would hopefully become a published series. I hope you all enjoy what I have written as it is not fanfiction, but something out of my own imagination. Please leave comments and give me advise on what I have written (the lord knows I need it). Also, please understand what will be posted here is what I have written before I decided to go down a different route on this story. But anyway, please enjoy it and give criticism where necessary. Thanks

These will be all of my works of art. feel free to comment, criticize, hate and ridicule if you desire. I don't mind. all I ask is that you don't hate on other people who comment.

Heyo! I'm Atrades. I'm growing wings, please take this seriously I don't need haters around. I am recording and occasionally sharing about things I do to grow faster. Consider me an avian. Cause that's what I am.

There is this thing up above called a title

Celestial. Chainbreaker. The Eyrie... Words Verona has heard in her nightmares, ever since the death of her family at the hands of the monstrous Cearnian Empire. In between trapping game and fishing for a living, she spends all of her time in The Soggy Crow- a run-down tavern at the edge of her town of Everthorn. When a handsome stranger arrives at the Crow, the nature of her reality is thrown into chaos. Bolero is a firehawk- a red-tailed hawk shapeshifter with an affinity for fire magic. Hailing from The Eyrie, a civilization of avian shapeshifters, he is a masterful hunter, and a furious warrior. But something is missing. Something that tugs at his chest every time he wanders into the Nithra Forest that borders the cliffs of his home. When Bolero has a run-in with the Sidhe - the fae of the Nithra -he realizes that there are some secrets better left unknown. #WattpadWritersShowcase

The Hallowed Ball. An important event for any bachelor wizard or witch. A yearly ball where they dance with other single people of their kind, faces masked and names concealed as they sought their eternal partner. Gwen has attended the Hallowed Ball since she was eighteen years old. Once, it gave her a fluttering heart and anxious stomach at the thought that her future husband could be there, waiting. Now, twenty-six and still single, she now dreads the annual Ball and its tedium and meager suitors. But this year was different. This year she found him. A mysterious man who's future spread out before her, warm and bright, tangled with her own. A man who quickened her pulse and who's magic breathed with hers. And then she discovered who he really was; Lothario, disgraced wizard, dabbler of dark magic, manipulation and black mail, and rumoured devourer of living souls. With no way out of the Hallowed Ball's courtship and a bizarre string of murders beginning to pop up around the city, murders pointing to Lothario, Gwen is beginning to wish she hadn't gone to the Ball at all. This is one of four pitches. Once my current live story is completed, I'll see which pitch has the most votes and reads and choose that story to be written next. So if you're interested, let me know.

Poetry book. Diverse themes. Short, sad; playful and maybe morbid poems -not simultaneously xP

Rose and Lyric have always had a good life, two loving parents, and the chance to see the world. Everything changes though once their parents are killed in a car crash and they are sent to live with an aunt they have never met before. Finally the two get emancipated and Rose becomes: THE Rose Dupre. Famous actress that everyone drools over. But what happens when yet again everything changes, and she must go undercover as your everyday average teenager with her brother to escape a stalker?

A dose of my love. Hey, don't do anything harmful to yourself, okay? We have quotes here too!

Ferll is having a totally normal day, normal as one could expect with a day full of work and war. The war has dragged on for a year now, with no signs of slowing as this army takes down city after city. He's overworked and worried about when his city will be taken. And then, his brother goes missing. The only evidence he and his friends find is a feather, too big to have been a bird's.

Apple Bloom decided to tell on Sweetie Belle for breaking a flower pot at recess and Sweetie Belle wanted payback. She knew that Apple Bloom was very ticklish on her hooves so, why not tickle her hooves to teach her a lesson?

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Max always knew Dylan was sensitive, but not quite like this... He just can't help it... After Dylan experiences an injury to his wings and is in need of some nursing, Max discovers a "flaw" in Dylan's wing design, what will Max choose to do with the new information? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Pairing: MaxXDylan Warnings: fluff, not smut but a little"lemon scented", language probably, forceful over-powerment I'd recommend having read Nevermore but it's in no way obligatory ~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Always feel i have to put this warning but: Dylan/Mylan haters: please don't waste your breath. Don't like my OTP? No one is forcing you to read this. Don't come complain to me. Thankx! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

The life of Ba,a Balaur (a avian dinosaur) that lives on the paleo-island Hateg Island. A island full of thick dry woodlands and dwarf dinosaurs

A collection of all my short stories.