Fable
Power of the Lightning Bird
In the heart of a Bukhosi village, where golden grasslands stretched as far as the eye could see, there lived a woman named Somila. Her life, once filled with the promise of love, had become a tapestry of suffering and persecution. Abused by her husband, she bore the weight of false accusations that labeled her a witch. Her husband, blinded by a toxic brew of resentment and his own misfortunes, refused to support their family, blaming Somila for his ailments and failures. The village, swayed by his manipulative narrative, turned against her. Accusations of witchcraft echoed through the narrow alleys as they sought to stone Somila to death. Miraculously, Somila survived the vicious assault, escaping the clutches of her tormentors. Yet, the daughter left behind, was subjected to the same abuse and condemned as the daughter of a witch, faced a fate worse than her mother's.
By Gaia Mokoena2 years ago in Fiction
The Memory Architects
In the sprawling metropolis of Synthoria, memories were no longer sacred. In a society where recollections could be bought, sold, and manipulated like commodities, the Memory Architects emerged as both artisans and rebels. They looked out for a way to preserve the authenticity of human experience, resisting the insidious influence of a powerful corporation known as MemorCorp.
By Dim Esther2 years ago in Fiction
Afterglow. Top Story - January 2024.
The evening sun broke through the late summer clouds, slowly rousing me, but I did not open my eyes. For a moment longer. I wanted to linger in the happy fantasy that I would not be alone. That for once, she would still be there when I woke.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Fiction
Barfi Shodi: You've Been Snowed
"Ali, I will give you this. You must run fast. Faster than ever in your life, before the snowflakes melt. Please don't get caught..." Joyously dancing in the snowfall, Jamshed hands Ali the enclosed envelope, made out of quick paper, stuffed with a fistful of snow. Jamshed returns inside, closes the door and watches Ali pacing through snowflakes. Within minutes Ali is running so fast toward the closed door and a crowd of young boys chasing him. Jamsheed rushes to open the gate and closes the door on the face of the panting young faces.
By Parwana Fayyaz2 years ago in Fiction
Well, well, well. Content Warning.
I keep searching for the house. Your eyes eventually get used to the light bouncing up off the white everywhere-- or so they tell me. My lungs sting with the dry frozen air as another blast of wind throws powdery snow up at my face.
By Symbollica The'Bat2 years ago in Fiction
Surrender the Witches
Being out in the garden always carried a bit of magic with it. Brushing back the rosemary for the sweet smell of it. The calming aroma of lavender and anise made the world take on soft purple hues that swirled into each other like a twilight sunset. Walking through the garden was stepping into an Autumn corn maze, head high and miles deep. But it wasn’t miles. It was footsteps. The same footsteps Mom used to take to pluck her posies and parsnips.
By C.C. Moyer-Gardner2 years ago in Fiction
