Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • I like edges.

    It is at edges that things occur.

    The edge between sea and land.
    The edge between day and night.
    The edge between night and day.
    The edge between weather systems.
    The edge between woodland and meadow.
    The edge between awe and inspiration.

    Or as here.
    As storms raced across the Isle of Eigg.
    As hurricane force winds blew waterfalls skywards against gravity.
    As dark clouds roiled and boiled and were cleaved by light.

    The edge between art and reality.
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.