Fable

The Dragon God's Awakening
Chapter 3: The Council of Elders In a hidden chamber deep within the heart of an ancient forest, the air was thick with an aura of wisdom and power. Massive tree roots twisted and turned, forming natural archways that led into the heart of the sacred grove. At the center of this mystical place, beneath the sprawling branches of an enormous, thousand-year-old oak tree, sat the Council of Elders.
By Dharmesh P2 years ago in Fiction
Why Do You Trust Your Shadow?. Content Warning.
Do you trust your shadow? If you do...why? From the cradle To the Grave It follows you Doesn't help you When you need help
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Midnight Graveyard Walk
Last night I was walking to my old home and decided to take a short cut past the cemetery. Three girls walked up to me and said that they were really scared to walk past the cemetery at night because they were afraid of ghosts, so I agreed to let them walk with me.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Fiction
The Greek Letter
This Greek tragedy only involved the lowercase letters. The uppercase ones were exempt as they always are in everyday life, being uppity and larger, especially in comparison with the lowercase derelicts of existence, which are overused and even abused, a few of them much more than the others. It is thus no wonder that a tragedy ensued, which by the way can occur to any timeworn language, although in this case it happened to Greek.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Fiction
The Rain Cannot Stop Us
Once upon a time in a far distant land, there was a town named Broughton. The town of Broughton when built, was designed to face the east to ensure every parcel of the town’s land was bathed in the sun’s glimmering luminous rays. After the town’s infrastructure was laid, commercial and residential buildings were erected, and public transportation construction projects were completed the developers began to encourage people near and far to move to Broughton, “the place where the sun always shines.” The masses came to Broughton in droves, and before long the entire town was bustling with townspeople.
By Anne R.2 years ago in Fiction
The big bad wolf runs a factory
The wolf is a ferocious animal also known as the big bad wolf. As early as the 80s, all parts of the countryside were infested by wolves, stealing poultry and livestock raised by farmers, and even children were dragged away by wolves! If you are not optimistic, you will really be eaten by wolves! This is not a fairy tale. Wolves are mammals, carnivores, and canines. There are more varieties. But they are all protected animals, they live everywhere, even in the cold Arctic, or uninhabited deserts, wolves are everywhere. It is also an animal that children are afraid of and interested in.
By 正意2 years ago in Fiction
The Empty Church
They had been called to Mass. It was another Sunday. They wandered through the grey derelict landscape along the track, until they entered the dark grave-ridden churchyard. As they passed through the lychgate they felt they were being watched by something unclean, unholy, and malevolent, but they had been called and they knew that they had to be there.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Sarah's life was changed forever. Yours can also be changed. Read till the end to discover how. Content Warning.
Few months agot, there was a woman named Sarah who discovered the world of affiliate marketing. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she knew she wanted to make a difference.
By Omotayo Hakeem2 years ago in Fiction
Mythological memories of my father
I was talked to, so I began to talk, and I was read to, so I began to read. Infinite cycles of sleeping and waking, that eventually coalesced into day and night, months and seasons. Feeding and growing, playing with family and friendly beasts: M-O-M and D-A-D, C-A-T-S and D-O-G-S. Our home was protected by the sign of the bear, and there lived Father, Mother, and Baby bear. My first book was "Little Tiger Goes To Bed,” and Father read the story to me until I fell asleep. I had many stuffed beasts to cuddle and hold, like lions tigers, and bears. Oh, my favorite was the snow leopard, though. I celebrated the changing seasons, and played happily on the grass, or in the snow, with the great hounds who guarded our hearth. Winters were warmed by a roaring fire, with a plentiful pantry stocked for the long winter: a fortress of canned goods, bottled summer peaches, Freyja’s homemade apple pie, powdered hot chocolate, smoked-ham, and all kinds of dried foodstuffs. Long hours spent lying in a heap with the giant friendly dogs and cats on the warm rug in front of the radiant, flaming pine logs. When the storms were bad, it was sometimes quite a long time before the roads were clear again, and the wind would howl in the gables like Fenriswulf. But winter always gave way eventually to spring and summer. The woodlands, creeks, and fields became my vast kindergarten under the watchful eyes of EarthMother and Skygods. The Kami-- the spiritual forces dwelling in great trees, and stones, and mountains-- sent their vibes out across the meadow-plains and river valleys. I knew that giants and dragons lay buried under the mountains, but they had gone to sleep long ago.
By Halston Williams2 years ago in Fiction
Fusion: when two souls meet
A woman touches her black velvet dress while drinking, sipping something-ruby-lovely from a chilling glass. A man touches her through her velvet dress, thinking of the warm, lovely feeling if their bodies pressed together. Both are dressed to impress, impressed into a crowd of mostly well-dressed, and they are intent on impressing (with hopes of further, more familiarly pressing) each other. First she, then he, sees the next couple coming in. Now they both are intent on looking unimpressed while looking directly at them. She looks way too young, the man is thinking. He looks way too old for her, the woman is thinking. Neither continues staring very long, because staring is admitting to pretending to care that one is looking. Conversation carries on, attended by swarms of circulating trays of fruit-flavorings in glasses swirling with fermented sugar. A tray, born by a body wearing a worker's dress and expression, passes, tilting -almost spilling- in the process of offering its nectar to new arrivals. Lightening its load by having two glasses removed, it fades back into the throng brimming with ounces of purpose.
By Halston Williams2 years ago in Fiction
Lily the adorable cat
The Adorable Lily In a curious house on the edges of an enchanting town, carried on with a feline named Lily. With fur as delicate as a cloud and eyes that shined like valuable jewels, Lily was a genuine exemplification of charm. Her sweet nature and delicate disposition made her a dearest individual from the local area.
By ALICE WAMBETI2 years ago in Fiction
Scrapbook of Memories
Every year, as the first leaves turned gold, Maggie and I would embark on our tradition. Armed with warm sweaters and our favorite pumpkin spice lattes, we would spend hours wandering through the town, sharing stories and soaking in the beauty of the changing landscape.
By Jenny Huynh2 years ago in Fiction