Fable

The Door That Shouldn’t Exist
Oliver had been living in the same old apartment for years, a quaint, creaky place that held more charm than comfort. He liked the familiarity of it all—its worn wooden floors, its perpetually stuck windows, and the peeling wallpaper with faded rose patterns. It was home. But one night, something changed.
By Parth Bharatvanshiabout a year ago in Fiction
The Queen Pelalandorus Incident
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. I remember it faintly. To others she was the Queen. To me, in halls unseen, she was just mother. Oh, my beautiful mother. How I miss her so.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Fiction
I Am The Dream
This is what I am. I am the vision, I am the answer, I am the dream. When you surrender to the folds of Morbius' realms of sleep then you have me and I have you.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
Compelling
In the quiet of dusk, when shadows unfold, A story begins, rich with colors bold. Whispers of longing dance on the breeze,
By FRANCIS IKEGBUNAMabout a year ago in Fiction
The Vastness of the Sky. Top Story - November 2024.
My tortured bones long for fire, yearn for the consummation of smoke and ash scattered by the wind to a beckoning end. Once upon a time I was a massive, ancient tree but you broke me down and made a house of me.
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
“He is so sexy!”
On the day of Putin’s first inauguration in March 2000, my college friend called me and said, “Did you see him walking on that red carpet? So confident and sexy!”
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Fiction
Secret of the Queen's Bond
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. The fishing villages were the first to report of the strange occurrence, and soon the news spread across the land. Commoners crowded around every humble hearth to hear the story, while the opulent halls of the great palaces were filled with worried whispers.
By JASON P MUSGRAVEabout a year ago in Fiction
The Oasis of Hope
In the ancient city of Zahran, nestled between the majestic dunes of the Arabian Desert, Khalid Al-Rashid's strong features and piercing brown eyes seemed chiseled from the same sandstone as the city's iconic architecture. At 25, Khalid's dark hair was already flecked with threads of silver, a testament to his dedication to his craft.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Love in the City of Dreams
Bombay's vibrant streets pulsed with energy, a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds that never slept. Amidst this chaos, two souls were about to collide.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Swirling vortex of Bombay monsoon
In the swirling vortex of Mumbai's monsoon season, Nicholas "Nick" D'Souza's world contracted to a single, rain-soaked street. The once-thriving financial district of Nariman Point now seemed a barren landscape, devoid of promise. Nick's coveted job offer from a prestigious investment firm had vanished, a casualty of the imploding economy.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
Power of navigation
As she stepped off the train and onto the bustling streets of New York City, 25-year-old Sophia Patel felt invincible. Her freshly minted MBA from Columbia University gleamed on her resume, and a coveted job offer from a top financial firm awaited her. The world was hers for the taking.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction
The Unseen Thread
The sun had barely risen over the small town of Oakdale, Illinois, when the devastating call came. Twenty-two-year-old Amir's world crumbled as he listened to the panicked voice on the other end. His father, a devoted husband and loving parent, had been killed in a tragic accident at the local steel mill.
By Tales by J.J.about a year ago in Fiction