Fable
The Echo of a Whistle
My grandfather, a man of few words, had a whistle. Not the kind you blow into, but the kind that lived between his lips, a melody that seemed to carry the weight of his life's stories. It was a simple tune, three notes that he'd whistle while working in his garden or fixing the old, creaky porch swing.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Myron's Midnight Escape
Unknown to most of the world, there lies a country quietly completing life’s obligations peacefully, very grateful for their independent status, fighting haunting occupation fears. Along the shoreline, a newly developing community Highlandburg, prospered due to a legendary contribution made back when revolutionary chit-chatting ideas, nearly turned deadly and bar flies changed, spreading their free bird wings.
By Marc OBrienabout a year ago in Fiction
Forever in the Dreamtime
The sun was setting over the vast expanse of the Australian outback, casting a warm orange glow over the dusty terrain. Aria stood at the edge of the community, gazing out at the seemingly endless landscape. She felt small and insignificant in the face of such vastness, yet at the same time, she felt a deep connection to this land and its people.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Embers of Togetherness. AI-Generated.
Tales of Hearth Embers of Togetherness The snowstorm arrived without warning, sweeping across the valley like an icy tide. The howling wind rattled the windows of the little inn perched at the edge of the forest. Inside, the common room glowed with the warmth of a roaring fire, its light casting golden shadows on the wooden beams overhead.
By Rubel Matubbarabout a year ago in Fiction
Goose on the Run! A Thanksgiving Tale
Life in the city wasn’t easy for Gus the Goose. Sure, it had its perks—an endless supply of breadcrumbs from well-meaning park-goers, a scenic pond in Central Park, and the occasional pigeon fight to keep things interesting. But as Thanksgiving approached, things took a dark turn.
By The Kind Quillabout a year ago in Fiction
The Library of Lost Souls . AI-Generated.
In the heart of a mystical forest, hidden from mortal eyes, stood an ancient library. Its walls were crafted from a strange, glowing stone that seemed to pulse with an otherworldly energy. The library's name was whispered in awe by those who knew of its existence: the Library of Lost Souls.
By Pooja Vishwakarmaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Spirit of Kofi
In the sun-kissed town of Akropong, nestled in the rolling hills of Ghana's Eastern Region, a young boy named Kofi Mensah was born with an unyielding spirit. His early years were marked by laughter, curiosity, and an insatiable thirst for adventure.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
