Forgot your password?

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

Sign in

  • Give it a hundred, one-hundred and ten, one-fifty, two hundred years after you're gone. Is anyone going to remember you? Will your descendants ever be able to find your grave and leave you flowers?

    Me? No.
    I'll be ashes blowing across the desert. One with the sands, the rock and the wind. My name will only be a whisper.

    And that's alright.
    I'm good with being free to roam.
    • 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.