Fable
Ring Out Solstice Bells
The village teenagers had called a meeting with the council and elders. It may seem unusual that young people were driving song something, but they used the power of the web to gain knowledge and discovered an old ritual that was performed on the Summer Solstice and wanted to push for its revival.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Emily and the Enchanted Forest
Once upon a time, in a quaint village nestled at the edge of a vast and mystical forest, lived a cheerful young girl named Emily. She was known throughout the village for her kindness, her vibrant red cloak, and her adventurous spirit. Emily loved to explore, and the villagers would often find her wandering through meadows, skipping stones across the river, or climbing trees to get a better view of the forest.
By Dabasish Pal2 years ago in Fiction
I wrote your name on the hull
The salty spray kissed my face as I stood at the helm, the setting sun bleeding fiery hues across the vast expanse of the ocean. The sailboat, my loyal companion through countless voyages, creaked a familiar song. Tonight, however, a new melody tugged at my heart, a melody woven with love and a touch of madness.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Fiction
Brodde's Nightmare
The sky was filled with the glow of a blood red moon as I trapsed through the baren woods of the countryside. No sound filled the air, save for the whistling winds and the creaking of old, dead wood swaying back and forth. I stepped lightly among fallen leaves and twigs that made barely a rustle in the dark of night. The wind grew louder as the shadows enveloped and threatened to consume me. Yet, within the darkness, I felt the eyes upon me; bright and yellow as they always were. I turned to look in the direction the hairs on my neck pointed when standing on end, but the amber glow would fade as soon as I made contact with them. A chill ran down my arms and my spine as my legs turned to jelly. I wanted to run from them. I wanted to scream for help, but my mouth filled with dirt and gravel at the opening, and I heaved it at my feet; my throat rubbed raw from the mountain of it that fell between my teeth. The eyes were in front of me and they were beside me, and they were behind me. They were all around me, closing in, waiting for the right time to strike. I fell to me knees and prayed to the old gods, hoping they would hear my plea, and spare me the death or at least make it quick. No relief came as the growl grew from the spaces between the trees, louder and louder, until they drowned out the wind. The growling was all I knew as I felt the lunge and the stabbing pain that radiated through my chest. I closed my eyes tight against the darkness. The red sky quickly turned to blue and green as a woman sang to me her song.
By Gunnar Anderson2 years ago in Fiction
An interview with the Goddess of Love
I interviewed the goddess of love recently and I learned a lot about her thoughts on love and sex. She wanted to be very open and honest about the topics and I appreciated that. She also wanted to explain how she sees others by describing them in the 12 "tribes" of astrological order. I was okay with that as a practiced wiccan who is well-read in astrology.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman2 years ago in Fiction
Is Revival Always Good?
Hampson was a quaint village in the heart of eastern Maine, far from the hustle and bustle of economic activity and tourism that created enthusiasm for residents. "You can't get there from here" is a popular phrase among Mainers everywhere, but it was especially true of Hampson. It didn't seem to be connected to anything. However, it was just large enough to have an elementary and middle school, and whatever social activities could be found in the town happened there.
By Mack D. Ames2 years ago in Fiction
Peace or war
War has been a constant presence throughout human history. Whether it be fought over territory, resources, religion, or ideology, conflict has always been a part of the human experience. The idea of peace, on the other hand, can seem like an elusive dream. But it is a dream worth striving for, a dream that could bring an end to the cycle of violence and suffering that has plagued humanity for centuries.
By shumaila bibi2 years ago in Fiction
