Fable

Parallel Lives of the Pitying and Unkindness
The yellow, red and rust coloured leaves of autumn radiated the light of the sun that rose while facing the moon that set. Full blown roses sat in their splendor beside new buds, unaware of the harsh days to come. Kat walked past ancient stones that lifted like raised eyebrows.
By Katherine D. Graham3 months ago in Fiction
🍂 Arise, Fair Leaf. AI-Generated.
The wind carried whispers through the forest that morning—soft voices of trees remembering the warmth of summer. The world was shedding its color, one leaf at a time. All but one.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Spoke to the Night. AI-Generated.
They said he only came out after midnight. In a city that never slept, Noctis Varen was the quiet pulse between the ticking hours — a man of silence, a shadow among neon lights. He ran a small photography shop near the harbor, open from dusk till dawn. Most people thought it strange, but he said the world only shows its truth at night.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
Contingency Plan
The world plunged into darkness. But the Beaufords managed to keep the lights on. They didn’t venture outside. They didn’t need to. They had each other and they had their supplies to ride out the catastrophe that had enveloped the world.
By Dean Traylor3 months ago in Fiction
The Great Race: Rabbit vs. Tortoise
Once upon a time, in a peaceful green meadow surrounded by whispering trees, lived a rabbit named Riley and a tortoise named Toby. Riley was known far and wide for his lightning-fast legs and endless energy. Toby, on the other hand, was quiet, gentle, and slow—but always calm, no matter the situation.
By Zahoor khan3 months ago in Fiction
Journal '89: The Veilwood Manuscript
Journal '89 Entry #174 It happened again today— one of those strange dreams that make me feel as if I’d been ripped out of my timeline and woken in another.
By Imola Tóth3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Song We Never Finished. AI-Generated.
The first time Leo heard Amara sing, it was in a dimly lit bar on the east side of the city. The kind of place where dreams and whiskey sounded the same.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Train I Almost Missed. AI-Generated.
The 7:45 train was late again — just like it always was on Mondays. The platform was crowded with tired faces and the smell of burnt coffee. Everyone looked impatient, as if being late was the greatest tragedy of their day.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Wheel Spins. Winner in Parallel Lives Challenge. Top Story - October 2025.
The duality of nature resolves into the unity of spirit. The unity of spirit revolves into the duality of nature. Time is a wheel.
By C. Rommial Butler3 months ago in Fiction
I was the only one working the night shift… so who checked in Room 409?
I’ve been working night shifts at a small roadside hotel for about two years now. It’s one of those places off the interstate that looks like it’s been “under renovation” since the ‘90s — faded carpets, buzzing neon vacancy sign, vending machines that still take quarters. It’s quiet most nights, which is exactly how I like it.
By V-Ink Stories3 months ago in Fiction
The Coffee Cup. AI-Generated.
Every morning at exactly 7:10, Elias Mwangi opened the doors to his tiny café on River Street in Nairobi. The brass bell above the door jingled softly, echoing through the narrow shop that smelled of roasted beans, cinnamon, and rain-soaked wood.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of Rain. AI-Generated.
It had been raining for three days straight in Lusaka, and the sound had become a kind of background music to Naomi’s thoughts. She sat by the window of her late father’s house, watching water run down the glass, tracing the same paths over and over again — like memories replaying themselves.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction