Fable

Another Time Revisited
'The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished." Followed by the hours, and then the days. Soon after, even the seasons became distorted, with snow falling mid-summer and fiery heat scorching the ground in winter. Night and day changed phases too, the sun began to rise in the west, near dusk and the moon shone at will, in the middle of the day. Language became unrecognizable and all communication faltered. Plagues, pests and vermin ravaged the land and food sources, until all the supplies nearly dwindled to nothing.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Fiction
CROWNED BY THE CURRENTS
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. But she wasn’t really gone. Queen Roniya lie on a bed of salted sea grass as the growing tide waters pooled around her. She must’ve fallen asleep. The journey had been taxing, arduous and even a mortal Queen needed her rest.
By K.H. Obergfollabout a year ago in Fiction
"THE TEST OF TRUTH: A PRINCESS BETRAYED"
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Warkaka, there lived a princess whose beauty and grace were unmatched. Her name was Princess Latifa, and she was admired throughout the land for her kindness, intelligence, and wisdom. People came from distant lands just to catch a glimpse of her, hoping that one day they might win her heart. Yet, Princess Latifa was not easily swayed by flattery or appearances; she longed to marry someone who possessed integrity, courage, and a heart as noble as hers.
By JETRO SAMabout a year ago in Fiction
"THE DRUMMER'S GUILT: A KING’S CLEVER TRAP"
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of BUIN NKUM, there lived a powerful and wise king named King Yaji. He was known for his fairness and wisdom, and his subjects respected him greatly. The kingdom flourished under his rule, but one day, something happened that shook the king and all who served him.
By JETRO SAMabout a year ago in Fiction
THE TRAGEDY OF THE BLIND COMMUNITY
In a valley surrounded by tall mountains, there lay a village known for its eccentric inhabitants: two distinct groups who lived alongside each other yet were worlds apart. One group consisted of the Blind, men and women with strong limbs and healthy bodies, yet they lived without the gift of sight. Their heightened sense of hearing and smell helped them navigate the village with impressive skill, and they prided themselves on their independence. The other group was made up of the Lame, people who had eyes sharp as an eagle’s but whose legs were twisted or weak, confining them to the ground or to walking aids.
By JETRO SAMabout a year ago in Fiction
The Samhain Dance
Introduction This is the second time I have used this picture as inspiration for a story, and if you want to read the first one it is linked after this story.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
The Tale of the Bot and the Drone
In a not-so-distant future, a bustling city ran like clockwork, thanks to an advanced ecosystem of Artificial Intelligence and automated machines. Among the countless robots and drones working in harmony, two distinct machines shared a bond that was, oddly enough, more like that between old friends.
By Dr. S.G. Mohammed Hussain about a year ago in Fiction
Cloak and dagger, code words and Covert Operations.
"The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished". Said the tall, suave, impeccable and exquisitely dressed figure. This Dapper Dan was well turned out, all dressed in black, with a fetching black hood covering the face, completely obscuring any chance I had of identifying him or her. This was someone who demanded and got results.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Fiction
Is This Heaven?
One day you wake up and you don't have a care in the world. You are not sure how it came to this. You look outside the sun is shining, it has rained during the night so that means everything that needs watering has been watered.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Fiction
A Father's Love
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. Riley scooped up the water, urgently filling every pot and pan he could muster whilst his hands trembled. Placing the various containers into the wheelbarrow, he rushed back down the hill towards the house, trying desperately not to spill.
By Sian N. Cluttonabout a year ago in Fiction
Logos Sunbathing on the Edge of the World
I was perched high atop the wall that straddles the edge of the world, basking in the mid-day sun, when the air was rent asunder, and a giant beamed down upon me, blowing great plumes of grey smoke from one of his many orifices through the thin veil between the worlds!
By C. Rommial Butlerabout a year ago in Fiction
The Reality of Fresh and Oozing Wounds
The stars glitter, the moons shine, like a fading meadow, coalescing prime time, Attitudes are segmented, ideas are perforated, there is mixing, and interspersing happening,
By Asad Kingabout a year ago in Fiction