Fable

"Sandstorm Chronicles: Unveiling the Secrets of the Desert's Heart"
In the heart of a bustling city, where the cacophony of life echoed through towering skyscrapers, lived a young woman named Amelia. Despite the vibrant surroundings, she always felt a sense of emptiness within her. Yearning for adventure, she embarked on a journey to discover the world beyond the city's limits.
By jayalakshmi2 years ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Masquerade
The Enchanted Masquerade Once upon a time, in a realm far, far away, there was a small village nestled among rolling hills and lush forests. In this village, there lived a young girl named Elara, known for her kind heart and unwavering courage. One day, news arrived of a grand masquerade ball that was to be held at the majestic castle atop the hill. The entire village buzzed with excitement, but Elara felt a peculiar sense of foreboding.
By jayalakshmi2 years ago in Fiction
Nothing Is Here
The Prompt Write a story that ends in a desert setting with this last sentence: Engulfed in the desert's parched silence, I was nothing but another grain of sand in the wind.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
A Deal With the Devil
"Whatever it is that you wish that it'll cause us harm for eternity, will come back to you a hundred fold. So, be it!" A chorus of approvals could be heard loud and clear. The witches all crossed their arms and then opened them wide as if to embrace the congregation.
By Rene Volpi 2 years ago in Fiction
Witches of the waterfront
"Bless this day and make it fruitful. Bring me a man with gold coin, a hatful." Jacinda's sing-song voice was a delight to hear on a bright spring morning, as the four women strutted through the streets on their way to the harbor market. Baskets on their heads, laden with their simple wares, the women teased and taunted the good people they passed. Many shook their heads at so brazen a procession, some mouthing "harlots" or even "witches" under their breath. Witches they may have been, harlots they were not.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
The Emerald Coven
"In the heart of the mystic forest, where shadows dance and moonlight weave its silvery tapestry, I conjure thee, O' celestial spirits, to bear witness to the tale of the Emerald Coven."
By Sara Aulds2 years ago in Fiction
So Close...And Another Go 'Round
Previously... "Nestor's Perfect Brew." His glass filled to just below the brim with the right amount of head to the beer. The glass even appeared to frost cold a bit. He took a sip and winced. "Damn. Still not right."
By Tinka Boudit She/Her2 years ago in Fiction
The Family Circle
Single snips of dogwood blooms Eagles feather, to rise The sky prepares soon, for the moon As the beams caress your eyes A pinch of dust and eye of newt A last minute surprise When evil men appear in suits The wrong doers will die
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Fiction
Patientdoctorese
Martha was smiling wide, her cheeks practically ripping at the seams. Her doctor was grinning right back. There was no cancer, and her body was back on track.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Fiction
Populus
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The once lush and vibrant landscape had become a vast expanse of desert, whose deep fissures etched their way through fractal plates of clay like stretch marks. They seemed to strain upward over the monolithic city walls, to grasp desperately at what scant enduring moisture might still be suspended in the cloudless sky. Perhaps she was projecting. The world had grown tough, in recent years, not to view through a colourless lens. Surface runoff from the nearby mountains, which the Architects had once redirected to flow through the citadel, had been exhausted ages ago… And rainfall had become a rare phenomenon that the Aunts recounted with reverent longing. Groundwater, drawn from aquifers deep beneath the city, had since served as their primary water supply; The majority of which was reserved for maintaining crops and livestock.
By J2 years ago in Fiction
Of Three Faces
“Three-fold battle Goddess / Hear our plaintive rhyme /Guide us to your wisdom /In these dark and evil times…" "Guys, no, we shouldn't be doing it like this."
By Conor Darrall2 years ago in Fiction
The Water Dragon and the Child
Anole of the Emerald Water Dragons emerged from the cool streams of the sun river, whose name derived from the blinding illumination that shot upward from the subterranean cave system of waterways. Anole met the humid temperament of the leafy paradise with contentment as the aromas of verdant flora and earth of the jungle filled her senses with those of wild animals. The humming of cicadas and other insect life, the chirping of colorful avian species, and the random cries of simian creatures drew a stark contrast to the calm waters where Anole spent most of her time.
By Ben Soto2 years ago in Fiction