Fable

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The trees were unhappy with good reason. While they were not normally aggressive and definitely peace-loving, they knew that had to be their own main priority and always looked out for themselves and each other.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Origin
Before time, before music, before magic and mystery, before myths and legends and cults of personality, in the absence of light and sound and humanity, there existed a little known Void. Well guarded, even reserved, Void housed a universe of great unknowns, which had survived throughout eternity in absolute darkness, shrouded in rumors.
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Fiction
The Price of Ambition
In the core of clamoring Manhattan, in a city full of tall buildings, two best friends, Olivia and Emma, were as close as could be. They'd known each other since they were kids and shared all their secrets and dreams. They promised to always help each other out, no matter what.
By Shahriar Kabir Anik2 years ago in Fiction
The Trees . Top Story - March 2024. Content Warning.
I got a new job in the Great Smoky Mountains along the Appalachian mountain range as a search and rescue officer. I was on a call for a little girl who ran off the trail and got lost when this whole mess started. My partner and I grabbed our gear and radios before heading out. This call should have been easy, most kids stay put and cry until found, but this time it was different. We set off on the Kephart Prong Trail in high hopes.
By Haylee Marick2 years ago in Fiction
Kanawa and the Living Forest
Kanawa silently drew the sacred horn knife as his child whimpered on his knee. Midday light beamed through the forest, a harbinger of the coming darkness. Blood trickled out of the harsh wound from the invader’s weapons upon the caribou's hindquarters, staining the undergrowth below. As the innocent blood soaked into the soil, Kanawa felt the desperate summoning begin–his last gambit to stem the tide rising on their shores.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction
The Mango Cousins
Deep in the woods a cottage stood silent where three emotionally strong cousins filled with honesty resided, engaging in peaceful activities.
By Marc OBrien2 years ago in Fiction
"THE UNICORN FOREST"
In the year 3030, the Earth had changed. Technology evolved in mass proportions. Humanity had spread across the stars. There was a place in a forgotten part of the galaxy. The entire planet was covered in trees, flowers, succulent plants, and other edible plants to sustain what was left of humanity.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Fiction
The Brave Little Seed
In a garden nestled between rolling hills and whispering trees, there lived a tiny seed. It lay nestled in the rich, dark soil, dreaming of the day it would sprout and grow into a magnificent flower. But despite its dreams, the seed felt small and insignificant among the towering plants that surrounded it.
By Kay Godsend2 years ago in Fiction
"Murmurs of the Willow"
**The Murmuring Willow: An Account of Timberland Guardianship** **Preface:** One willow stood calmly, watching life pass by surrounding it in a profound timberland where trees overshadowed each other like old sentinels. This willow, inconspicuous by others, took the stand concerning the huge number of stories that unfolded underneath its branches. Yet, in the shudder of leaves and murmurs of the breeze, another story of empathy, mindful, and the associations that tight spot all living things together began to arise.
By Abdur Rahman 2 years ago in Fiction
The Pastel Prairie . Top Story - March 2024.
He came back to himself at the top of the rise. This hill, he knew, was the horizon he had seen his horse disappearing over. At first glance at what lay beyond, he drooped. The view was the same in front as behind, except the horizon was a whole lot farther away again. He had no idea how long it had taken him to get to this one; the journey had seemed plodding and endless.
By Mark E. Cutter2 years ago in Fiction
Danu. Content Warning.
For many years, I remained dormant in the vastness of the Bile, sleeping soundly and undisturbed, tucked into the roots of the majestic tree known as the Tree of Life. The river's water splashed against the smooth stone walls of the caverns that surrounded my resting place, creating a music so serene and calming that it was almost hypnotic. I was content to rest in the arms of the Tree forever, but the call of my name was too strong to ignore.
By B2 years ago in Fiction
Laments of a Beast
It is difficult to discern what exactly the first omen was. This was a long-standing peril, one that reared its evil head far before things came to a close. It’s agony unspeakable, henceforth, I shall call it “The Event.”
By Olivia Marjorae2 years ago in Fiction