Fable
Belle of the Bayou
Bad move, cher. Not just the slip of her kitten heel on the rainy February cobblestones in the Fourth Ward. She got caught snooping. Detective Deleon clucked and strutted like a rooster in his rush to clear her from the scene, waving cigar smoke to and fro as he gesticulated amid the thick air of the speak easy. An experienced crime reporter, Marie knew better than to let the coppers catch her on the wrong side of the line, but curiosity had gotten the better of her.
By Maia Gadwall the metAlchemista day ago in Fiction
The Hare and the Falcon
Once there was a Hare living in his form. He had been passing his days unhurriedly without fleeing from predators when one afternoon, he heard the news that a Falcon was going to settle nearby. Frightened by the thought that his life was soon about to end, the Hare stayed up all night working his way to build a rock wall enclosing his home. He arranged the stones in neat order, carefully ensuring that there were no holes too big that the Falcon would get through. He ventured out to search for blackberry bushes, in the hope that the prickles would scare the Falcon away, and slipped some of them through the rocks on his wall and used the remaining as the roof. He left an opening small enough for him to enter, and when he was done and had settled inside, he closed the gap with his last shrub of blackberry and went to sleep.
By Andy Dhanj3 days ago in Fiction
The Sparrow and Her Young Ones
Lying atop a tree was the nest of a Mother Sparrow. She had five eggs ready to hatch, nestled neatly inside the roost. Her mate was nowhere to be found, but she could think no more of that matter at the moment, for the eggs were shifting in place. Excitement fell over the Mother Sparrow, and, chirping hysterically, she hopped toward them, anticipating the beautiful moment.
By Andy Dhanj3 days ago in Fiction
Scavenging School
Right after the sun had set, there was movement on the fallen leaves sprinkled across the ground. Flashing through the grass was a young field mouse, about two weeks old, already past his childhood and into adolescence. His fur reflected a brunette shade, mingled with the golden light from the sun. Suddenly he stopped, sniffed around, and wandered off in confusion. Somewhere behind him sounded another of his kind.
By Andy Dhanj3 days ago in Fiction
The Cairn Beside the Lake. Top Story - February 2026.
And so it came to pass that King Ertharion, Tenth King of Lombaia, stood beside the still lake below unrelenting and unassailable cliffs with the remainder of his harried host. In what was the tenth year of his reign and his forty-fourth upon this great green earth, Menigo the Betrayer, cousin of King Ertharion, pressed home his false claim.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 days ago in Fiction
Sadie Sunshine
Sadie Sunshine always had a smile on her face and she lived in the magic village of Emerald Springs. The houses changed their colors based on the holiday. On Valentine’s Day houses would change to blue, white, or red. On Easter the houses are robins’ egg blue or bright yellow. They would be red, white, and blue on the fourth of July. They turn orange and black for Halloween. On Christmas the houses would turn not only red or green, some of them become blue or white to look like frozen ice crystals. The sheen of a crystal blue or white house in the winter time looked so pretty that remembering them filled Sadie’s heart with joy.
By DJ Robbins6 days ago in Fiction
