Fable

Another Fall Down the Rabbit Hole
The Red Queen anticipated her return to her throne of roses. She knew it would not be long before the Mystical Troops came for her. Word of her reentry down the rabbit hole spread fast. Under disguise, she could hear the whispers of the townspeople. She barely made it to the Shroom Tavern, located on the outskirts of the village, before spotting her face plastered all over posted wanted signs. The world she created was ready to destroy her but she would not go down without a fight. Even if most of the residents that lived here considered the place Hell, Wonderland was her home.
By The Protagonist Priestessabout a year ago in Fiction
Relationship Advice
Greg, I need your advice. Sure, Annie, what’s up? I like someone you know. Oh, great, did you tell him? Not yet, still thinking how.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
A Candle in the Blizzard
The storm arrived earlier than expected. By midday, the snow was falling in thick sheets, a relentless onslaught that obscured the world outside. Winds howled through the small town of Stillwater, rattling windows and sending icy drafts creeping under doors. Roads were impassable, stores were shuttered, and the town square—normally bustling with last-minute holiday shoppers—was eerily silent.
By Thomas Vasasabout a year ago in Fiction
The Shadow Queen's Gambit . AI-Generated.
Beneath the shadow of the Mourning Mountains, in a land where twilight never faded, the people of Eredel lived in eternal fear. The sun, if it still existed, was but a faint memory, obscured by a pall of mist and dread. The air was thick with a perpetual fog that clung to the earth, hiding the sinister beauty of the land—forests of gnarled trees that twisted like bones and cliffs that loomed like dark sentinels over the world below. At the heart of it all stood the ancient Castle of the Shadow Queen, her domain an impenetrable fortress where the sun had long since perished.The Queen's name was whispered in fear. It was said she ruled with an iron hand and a heart colder than the very stone her throne was carved from. Her creatures, the Drelk—pale, twisted beings with soulless eyes—were her servants, hunting in the forests and collecting souls to add to her dark power. Those taken by the Drelk were never seen again, their voices forever lost, trapped in the dark halls of the Queen’s castle as their spirits wandered aimlessly for eternity.
By Luciaabout a year ago in Fiction
On A Shelf
There have always been rumours and tales about a book hidden in plain sight on a shelf, or in a bookcase, or maybe in a library. The book supposedly contained details of everything that everyone does in the world and was created by a god, a Deus Irae, to decide the fate of every person on the Earth they created.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Memory Code
On the day that would change her life forever, Maya’s hands trembled as she extracted a memory from a client’s mind, only to watch it dissolve into a nightmare. The serene beach sunset morphed into a chaotic storm, echoing the turmoil that lay ahead.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Blacksmith And The Branches
Once upon a time, in a faraway village, there lived a poor blacksmith and his wife. More hardworking and selfless people you could never meet, for they gave anything they could to the poor and needy after working countless hours in the forge. They were not a wealthy family, and in fact continuously struggled to put food on the table. Yet they never complained, content with working the forge and continuing there simple life.
By FL Studio 24.0.99 Crack + Registration Key Download Free Winabout a year ago in Fiction
How To Train Your Dragon: An Epic Adventure in the World of Vikings and Dragons". AI-Generated.
In a world where Vikings battle dragons, young Hiccup belongs to a tribe known for its fierce dragon hunters. Unlike the others, Hiccup prefers thinking over physical strength.
By MindfulTalesabout a year ago in Fiction
Unseen Strength
Aisha's life was a canvas of dreams, painted with the vibrant colors of ambition and the fresh hues of youth. At twenty-two, she was a stunning vision of beauty, with a petite yet curvaceous figure that turned heads wherever she went. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of night, framing her heart-shaped face and accentuating her high cheekbones. Her eyes, a deep shade of brown that sparkled like dark chocolate, shone bright with a fire that seemed to burn from within. Her full lips, painted a deep crimson, curved into a perpetual smile that hinted at a quick wit and a sharp intelligence.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Unbreakable Spirit of Maria
I grew up in the quaint rural village of Viñales, Cuba, nestled in the heart of the island's tobacco country. The year was 1992, and the village was a tapestry of rustic charm and rugged beauty. The thatched roofs of our wooden homes blended seamlessly into the lush green landscape, as if nature itself had crafted the village. The air was alive with the sweet scent of freshly harvested tobacco, and the sound of rustling leaves carried on the gentle breeze like a soothing melody.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Whispering Winds of San Juan
In the heart of rural Mexico, nestled between rolling hills and whispering cornfields, lies the village of San Juan. Here, under the watchful eye of the ancient mountains, life moves to the rhythm of tradition, where stories of courage and defiance are woven into the fabric of daily existence.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
A single eаr of grаin
Once upon a time, there was a mother and her child who went to the fields to work. Considering it was a long time ago, things were quite different. Birds had three pairs of wings, trees had three trunks, and even wheat had multiple ears of grain.
By Margarita Faithabout a year ago in Fiction