Fable

Aleeya's Run
When we die, will it be as if we never lived? Time flows on and memories fade even of those we miss the most. Are we able to fully understand death, will the living forever be forced to accept an absence in one’s heart? An emptiness that remains. Forever lingering in the hollows of our mind, until the day we too become a faded memory.
By JBaz2 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Kingdom: A Tale of Wonders and Adventure
Once upon a time, nestled deep within the lush, verdant forests of an enchanted realm, lay a kingdom veiled in mystery and magic. It was a land where dreams danced with reality, where every glimmering star whispered secrets of old, and where the air itself hummed with enchantment. This kingdom, known far and wide as Etherealum, was a place where the extraordinary was ordinary and where the impossible was merely a challenge waiting to be conquered.
By hawk12 years ago in Fiction
The Frog and the Fish: A Tale of Love
Once upon a time, in the heart of a tranquil pond, there lived a curious frog named Oliver. Oliver was a dreamer, always gazing at the moon's reflection on the water's surface, wondering what lay beyond the reeds and lily pads. His webbed feet yearned for adventure, and his heart craved something more than the usual croaks and splashes.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Fiction
Easter Tale
Huny and Tomas had never dyed the eggs before. It was considered such a big job that it was always given to the more senior Bunnies. But this year, Peter Rabbit assigned them the task of dyeing the eggs orange—not all the eggs, mind you, but an eighth of them.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Fiction
One More Drink
At least I am with my friends… That is what I am going to tell myself tonight, as I look over the menu and think about what I want to do and what is coming up later. I can see so many things clearly, and yet I am still wondering which one of them is going to destroy my life. But maybe that it just it: my life is supposed to be destroyed. All for the greater good, as I am told. And I want to believe that, but still…
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Fiction
The Murderous Yorkshire Pudding. Content Warning.
The thing about being a baked item is no-one expects you to have any feelings about anything because you are not sentient. You are created to be devoured. A little piece of chemistry, heated and served.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Fiction
The Curse of The Blight Witch. Content Warning.
A Terrifying Tremulous Trees story Belladona stomped her foot on the ground to make her point clear. She should be in charge.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
Who Guards the Whispering Woods?
Once upon a time, in a mystical forest called the Whispering Woods, there lived a wise old oak named Eldrin. This forest wasn't like any other – its trees could talk and hold secrets as ancient as time itself. Eldrin, the oldest and mightiest tree of them all, had a particular job: he was the forest's guardian.
By Ameer Bibi2 years ago in Fiction
The Whisperwood Weaver
In a kingdom nestled between emerald valleys and snow-capped mountains lived a young girl named Elara. Unlike the other children who chased butterflies and climbed trees, Elara found solace in the whispering melodies of the loom. Her nimble fingers danced across the warp and weft, weaving stories into tapestries so vibrant, they seemed to sing.
By Alpha Cortex2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Baltimore Bridge
In the heart of Baltimore, where the city pulses with life, there stands a bridge. It's not just any bridge; it's a silent witness to the ebbs and flows of human emotions, carrying the weight of countless stories within its iron veins. This bridge, spanning the Patapsco River, has seen laughter and tears, love and heartbreak, hope and despair. But amongst the myriad tales it holds, there is one that echoes with a poignant resonance.
By Pavan Kumar2 years ago in Fiction
The Night Everything Vanished
Sofia was a busy university student who never had time to tidy her wardrobe. Instead of neatly hanging her clothes, she'd often toss them around. Even though she had a lot of clothes, she always ended up wearing the same few outfits. She didn't realize her clothes were unhappy with her careless behaviour.
By Ameer Bibi2 years ago in Fiction
Tyger, Tyger Burning Bright
Introduction The inspiration for this short tale is inspired by the introduction to the William Blake poem and the Vocal "Whispering Woods" Challenge.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction