Fable
Meanwhile, Back On The Farm
--Okay, Here’s The Plan-- Ricky was certain his Fourth-Grade year was going to be the best ever. He knew everything there was to know about football, and soccer, and he was sure he was the fastest runner in the county. He was going to win every race and every trophy, and he was never going to lose a game.
By Noel T. Cumberlandabout a year ago in Fiction
An Octopus’s Garden
It is a little-known fact that the location of the garden is the most heavily guarded secret of all time. As a matter of fact, not many humans even know that it exists. Most merpeople don’t know where it is. However, at some point in the life of every merperson, they are somewhat drawn to it.
By David E. Perryabout a year ago in Fiction
The Girl Without Hands
Once upon a time, and the time was now, there lived and still lives a poor farmer in the American Midwest. This farmer's name was Josiah and he was once married to a beautiful woman named Juliet, but she died several years earlier when a meteor hit her while she was walking back home from the cattle barn.
By Emily Marie Concannonabout a year ago in Fiction
Grateful Bo Peep
Little Bo Peep who always tended to her sheep enjoyed her flock. She loved animals more than people because she felt as if they would actually listen to and love her more than any human ever could. She did not know it, but she was constantly watched by a man named Big Benny Beep. Benny Beep felt as if the docile sheep loving girl would be the perfect target for his misplaced anger. Benny Beep had just lost money in a huge bet and needed an outlet.
By Seashell Harpspring about a year ago in Fiction
Why the Wolf Howls in Pain
Most people will be aware of the story called The Boy Who Cried Wolf in one of its many forms. Used as a tale to teach children not to lie, it has been a staple of bedtime rituals for many decades. However, as is the way with so many stories based on real events, the truth is sidelined for the convenience of easier-to-sell villains, especially when the tale is passed from one generation of humans to another.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
Weegie Wolf?
The eegit bit me. Ah had bin on the scrounge for some hash tae tide me over ‘til Ah could get mah next script of Methadone. Ah had heard Wee Tam had a stash of cheap gear in Maryhill. Ah wis stayin'' at Dennistoun, in mah pal’s flat jist aff The Parade (Alexanra Parade), which wisnae too far away frae Maryhill tae be fair. Ah had been clean for aboot 10 weeks an' counting an' wis determined tae beat this disease. Ah jist needed something tae take the sweats an’ jitters aff. It wid take a long time, but Ah had a sponsor an' had bin attending meetings an' like frae the get-go.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
Hunters
Next to a mountain, I stand. The curved scabbard that clung to the back of George's jumpsuit was struck by his sword. The C-130 was filled with the sound of the music. Feeling his enthusiasm building, he performed a last weapons check after checking the gray jumpsuit's seals. George bought his sister a new boat because he liked what he did.
By BD All Product Shop Digital Marketingabout a year ago in Fiction
Henny Penny was Right. Top Story - February 2025.
This tale concerns a grouple, or group of like-minded people, who tried to tell the villagers of their country that danger was approaching, sure and swift. Of this grouple, many were men and women of science who studied and measured things. Their knowledge was posted on every streetlight, tree, and sandwich board in the village. They made sure that what they studied was available to everyone.
By Barb Dukemanabout a year ago in Fiction
