My name is Michael AKA "Tarnished Feather". I've been writing all my life, but never had an audience. I'd love if you stayed awhile, maybe take off your boots and have a cup of tea with me while we read poetry and write our woes away.
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Stories by tarnishedfeather
The Visitor
Horror strikes a quiet country home when an unexpected guest arrives in the middle to the worst storm of the...
When my mind drifts... (Poem)
A poem about dreaming, nature, and our world.
Tilled Meadows
A dying man's wish, a lonesome daughter, a strong, stoic farm hand that may save it all. Explore the emotiona...