Fable

“Echo Me Good!”. Top Story - November 2024.
Once a father took his son to the mountains. Son tripped on a stone, cried in pain, “AAAAAAh!” and suddenly heard “AAAAAh” in return.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
The Lost Rabbit
Introduction Angie Livingstone is an amazing artist and has provided me with inspiration for many of my stories. I look at her work and think this could keep me going for a long time, and she still keeps producing amazing artwork, which you can get from her Etsy store.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
The Forbidden Trials of A Bound Blade
The river ran backwards the day the queen vanished. Dead fish washed ashore, and cherry blossom petals scattered, leaving barren, skeletal branches where beauty once flourished.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Fiction
The Harpist
In a dusty hostel in the low end of the machinist quarter, I worked as a server. My father worked in one of the smelters, and each night he would stumble in with his other workers and collapse into a table for hours, and spend their wage on drink and meat. Mother had already passed, and no one else was at home, so it seemed right to be near him and make sure he ate before he stumbled home again to sleep and ready himself for the next shift. When he died, there wasn't much reason for me to stay, but it felt like I couldn't be closer to my father anywhere else, and the men who knew him would check in on me from time to time, so I stayed on.
By Wray_writtenabout a year ago in Fiction
The Salmon of Knowledge and Somewhere Downstream
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The salmon swam downstream. A dense fog clung to boats at the riverbank, as if trying to hold onto a sense of familiarity. But the tide was changing.
By E.K. Danielsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Legend Of The Golden Table And The Black Snapper
“The river ran backward on the day the Queen vanished,” I said to Claude as the memory stirred in my brain while we stood on its bank.
By Annelise Lords about a year ago in Fiction
Fairy Tales. Top Story - November 2024.
“The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished.” At least it was supposed to. That’s what they promised, the prophecy guaranteed. It didn’t, of course, though they kept claiming it truly happened at his command.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knockabout a year ago in Fiction
Princeling of Immortals
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The air turned crisp and frost draped trees. The boy saw then, the truth of the world. There was a breech. There. In the middle of the cluster of trees facing the street. Through it, beings unlike any other, crossed into the mortal realm, causing mayham to ensue. They were violent and scared, as though their own world had collapsed.
By Shequinah Nanshanapaabout a year ago in Fiction
Without Love Sweetness & Water
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Just a few days later, Orisha Oko was the first to notice the change. The corn stalks were turning a worrisome gold and the broad leaves of the pumpkins underneath were shriveling and losing their luster to grayish white mildew. Stems turned floppy—some crispy—as their sap was reclaimed from them. Something was wrong and it affected more than the garden. Oko turned to the sky, raising a hand to his brow to shield his eyes from the merciless sun. Not a cloud was in sight—not a meager, wispy puff of mist. Very soon, his hill was going to die.
By Lily Séjorabout a year ago in Fiction
Diamond Cut
The earth screeched upwards into the sky- broken by the weight of war and fury. The thundering clash of bronze and iron momentarily masking the tortured lament of death and injury. The trees quivered as arrows shot through their leaves culling birds and squirrels - innocent bystanders in a needless thirst for blood.
By River and Celia in Underland about a year ago in Fiction
The Chosen
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Although the prophecy had warned them about the river, it had failed to mention the Queen’s disappearance.
By Jarrett Smithabout a year ago in Fiction
To Honour The Spiral Goddess
Introduction Angie Livingstone is an amazing artist and has provided me with inspiration for many of my stories. To be honest, I look at her work, and think this could keep me going for six months, and she still keeps producing amazing artwork, which you can get from her Etsy store.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction