A.S. Bohannan’s Short Story, Her Little Feather

wanted to take a quick break to share a link to a dear friend’s short story, Her Little Feather, which was written as part of a prompt we did a couple of months back (the prompt being mention of an architect, a fork, and the words, “Who needs friends?”).

I’ll share the other prompts in a little bit, but I wanted to give special attention to Mandy because she hasn’t had a chance to build an audience yet, which I’ve been telling her is going to happen sooner rather than later. She is an excellent writer, which I’m not just saying because I’ve known her for over eleven years, and her genre is in YA fantasy/sci fi. She has a couple of manuscripts in the works, one of which actually made it to the second round of 2011’s Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award. The novel, Inevitable Dusk, is set to be released by World Tree Publishing sometime in 2017.

Here at the pier now, he spent a quick sojourn in the mind of a mouse skittering by, and his confidence grew. He puffed his chest out. He was ready. And now, for the first time (and without his mother’s consent), he was going to enter the mind of a human. Anticipation sent a thrill through him. It was not because of color—Matagots’ eyes bore many similarities to those of humans—but because of scope. The illusion of being larger, more powerful.

See the rest of the story here.