Fable

Fear and the forest
Father had promised her a day of adventure but what did she get? An afternoon at the playground by the woods. Parking the big motorcar he loved so much, he wouldn't even come to push her on the swings. He just lit up another cigarette and read his newspaper, sitting behind the wheel.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a year ago in Fiction
TRES POCO BUILDERS . Top Story - February 2025.
Mrs. Oink clutched her purse. Happy joyful tears streamed down her face. Holding her head high, Mrs. Oink proudly watched her three sons graduate from Perry High School.
By Babs Iversonabout a year ago in Fiction
Hunters. Runner-Up in Legends Rewritten Challenge. Top Story - February 2025.
I stand up next to a mountain George slammed his longsword into the contoured scabbard clinging to the back of his jumpsuit. The music blasted throughout the C-130. He checked the seals of the gray jumpsuit before doing a final weapons check, feeling his excitement rising. George loved what he did, a fact that bought his shrink a new yacht.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Fiction
Over the River and through the Woods
Granny was sitting on the porch of her bungalow in her dice-covered mumu and ever-present hairnet, smoking her Juul. Living off her first husband’s pension and her grandaughter’s good graces. Toothpick hanging from snarling lips, B.B. Wolfe pulled up in his rusty Charger. He fondled the gun resting deep in the pocket of the houndstooth jacket he’d taken off a deadbeat pimp, who owed him fifty grand. Took his over-dressed pinky, too. B.B. ensured all debts were paid somehow, and he’d found a way for Granny to finally pay hers.
By Sean A.about a year ago in Fiction
The three little Pinks
Once upon a time… the Pink family lived a blissful life! Brian and Pamela Pink had just one son, Albert... Bert, to his friends and family.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Fiction
Myth or murder. The White Witch of Rosehall, a legendary Jamaican ghost.
"Come get you coconut water here, remember it good for you daughter, and also for you ". Rasta yelled out, grinning feistily as tourists and islanders alike stopped by his stall to quench their thirst.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Fiction
The Shrieking Daffodils
The sound of screaming fans rattled Madison Square Garden as The Shrieking Daffodils retreated backstage. A smoky haze filled the room and various bottles of alcohol littered the tables. Daphne Ovid, the band’s lead singer, wasted no time popping open a bottle with her guitar pick and tossing it back. Her vocal chords instantly relaxed as the icy beer funneled down her throat.
By Josh Rippergerabout a year ago in Fiction
Nessie's A Theatre Kid
They said aliens are real, didn’t they? Dragons are monsters from faraway tales, and giants are honestly laughable. But aliens were confirmed, does that make them more believable, or does it poke holes into all the fun? Higher ups in government positions really claim that extraterrestrial life exists? Hm.
By Essieabout a year ago in Fiction
Musqee and Donatello
"Who will win the race do you think"? Musqee asked Donatello as they stood pondering the length of the race course. 🐇Kalala stood watching the two sulking Mhares as she waited patiently for them to decide who would compete with her. She did not trust either one of them, one was a cunning fox and the other a conundrum wrapped in a really scary riddle. An unknown enigma, both of them were unsuitable to race with her, but she had no choice in the matter. The entire underserved Mhare population was counting on her to emerge as the winner.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Fiction
Jack and his Excellent Beanstalk
My name's Jack. My birth certificate says 'John,' but call me Jack. Everybody else does. When I ask someone at work for specifications or regulations or other details, they often say, "I don't know Jack." And we chuckle.
By Paul A. Merkleyabout a year ago in Fiction
Gilded Apples; Chapter 7
-Chase's POV- Her brother continues smiling until she slips from the room. I don't miss the glare he shoots my way before rejoining the crowd.
By Katarzyna Crevanabout a year ago in Fiction
All The Better to Eat You With
The werewolf had gripped Cerise like there was something in her that could save him. Save them both. But they were both running. Both burning. Grey felt the fire lick his back, and knew he had to let her go. He would take the trail of Eyes with him. Cerise Aisling had been hunted enough. The pink spider web-looking scars trickled down her collarbone, and the blood had nearly dried on her lips. She whispered something that sounded like his name.
By Essieabout a year ago in Fiction