Fable
A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing
Once upon a time, in a land not-so-far-away, a flock of sheep, descended from a long line of contented sheep, grazed happily upon tasty green fields of nourishing grasses and clover. Just as their flock, and the flock that came before them, and the ones before those had done year after year.
By Judey Kalchik about a year ago in Fiction
Swiftwood Forest. Content Warning.
The rich, orange con man told the people he would take care of them. He told them they should be angry at the very people they needed the most. Anything to deflect attention away from his desire to steal from them and give to the rich.
By Terri Kallochabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sisters Gruff
Billie Gruffington was not a fan of many things. The very small town she lived in. The fact it wasn't near Paris, France, but rather, the one in Tennessee. Broccoli, the way her oldest sister Iris chewed said broccoli (really any food), the upsetting fact she was the youngest, her elementary school, yes, the list went on and on. In fact, Billie wore a scowl on her face most days, even more than the next door neighbor, Clarence, the crotchety old man often seen on his rocking chair sipping on his morning coffee every morning.
By Alexandria Stanwyckabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lady of the Lake. Honorable Mention in Legends Rewritten Challenge.
I am made of water. I am not the Lady of the Lake. There is no separation there, no division of type. I am the Lake. I am water. I can take human form but only because I choose to. Then, my presence is discernible for the creature who stands before me to know me on their own terms of reference.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Fiction
Mermaid on a Motorcycle
Have you ever seen a mermaid ride a motorcycle? – Neither did I. Until yesterday, that is. You will, of course, reasonably object that this is all made up, just a stupid joke. Because no one can ride a motorcycle with one limb, pardon me one tail, as the motorcycle requires the balance of two equally weighted legs. And I would have fully agreed with you. Again, only before yesterday, when I saw it with my own eyes. But let me tell you everything from the beginning.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
Red . AI-Generated.
Neon rain streaked the sky, casting electric-blue reflections over the rain-slicked streets of Neo-Tokyo. The city never slept, and neither did its dangers. Data runners like Red thrived in the underbelly of the metropolis, weaving through cyber-traffic and corporate death squads, carrying secrets worth more than their lives.
By Wesley C. Martinabout a year ago in Fiction
The Apple (iPad) of Discord. Content Warning.
It was intended to be a day of glorious celebration on Mount Pelion as the great hero and king of Phthia, Peleus, was to wed the beautiful Goddess, Thetis. Many of the Gods and Goddesses were in attendance to watch the beautiful union of Peleus and Thetis, many mortals were also in attendance, which made this event even more unique and special. The wedding was perfect and went off without a hitch... but the reception brought an unexpected... issue... that no one expected. Thetis had purposely disinvited the Eris, the Goddess of Discord. This was because Thetis never forgave Eris for turning her first love into a fish after a disagreement many moons ago.
By Luna Verityabout a year ago in Fiction
HTURT. Runner-Up in Legends Rewritten Challenge.
Anna’s eyes watered as they jumped across the screen. She’d been staring at the code for two weeks straight, with only occasional breaks to stow the laptop and the rest of their gear under the weathered floorboards. Sirens blared outside, but she barely noticed anymore. The only thing that made her hackles rise were the scuffed leather boots against the cobblestones.
By Alexander Not a Dumasabout a year ago in Fiction
Rumpl3st1lsk1n. Runner-Up in Legends Rewritten Challenge.
Milena’s career as a technology startup CEO had, to some degree, inured her to the bluntness of certain interactions, specifically when dealing with men who worked on the technical side of things, but the rudeness of the message on her screen, a considered, but impolite response to her simple request for help, caught her off guard, and she was already feeling emotionally fragile, because it was that time of the month. Each 15th Milena was contractually obligated to file a report for her venture capitalists, who expected some good news, about the project’s compression ratio, vertical integration, horizontal integration, data analyzation, or at least some positive feedback from the in-house beta testers.
By J. Otis Haasabout a year ago in Fiction
When Nigel met Ronald
Long, long ago, in a land far away... Well, actually, not that long ago and in a land quite close to here... there lived a foolish man called Nigel, who had a really clever, and incredibly beautiful, daughter called Billion. Nigel's daughter Billion had gorgeous golden-blond hair and was a mathematical genius. She was also a professor of astrophysics at the prestigious University of Fingerinhoe in Essex, England (er... yes, that is a real place... although it doesn't really have a university. Call it poetic licence).
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a year ago in Fiction
