Fable

Pantheon of the Discarded
“The silence of things is not empty – it is a chorus of what we have forsaken.” The Reading Room had not been entered in years. Dust clothed the air in a gauzy hush, drifting like a patient spirit. A draft whispered through a crack in the wall, carrying the faint scent of rain, as though the outside world strained to remind the room of its forgotten kinship with earth and sky. The fluorescent lights, when they finally stuttered awake, hummed with sterile insistence. The space felt less like a room and more like a reliquary — a vault where time itself had been left to stiffen and settle.
By Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales4 months ago in Fiction
Thorns of the Widow Queen
The great halls of Eryndral had always been filled with music—harp strings trembling like sunlight, choirs echoing beneath jeweled ceilings. But since the death of King Aric, silence lingered in every archway like a ghost. No bells rang. No laughter stirred. The palace lived in mourning, and at its heart stood the Widow Princess, Lysandra.
By Alam khan4 months ago in Fiction
The Haunted Mansion
The Haunted Mansion The mansion stands at the edge of the lane. Its walls are high and cold, its roof bends with age, and ivy crawls across the stone like veins upon old skin. No birds fly above it. No dogs bark near its gates. The windows are blind. The doors are forever shut. People cross the road rather than walk past, for all know what waits inside.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Fiction
The Doors of Tazir
For the first time in a thousand years, the knock would be answered. Sha'tia knew what would happen as she descended the spiraling staircase into the dark, bellowing depths below the great sloping walls of the fortress Ark that dominated Tazir City’s skyline. The others of the Blessed One Hundred descended with her, not bothering to keep their voices down. After all, there was only one subject of discussion, and the discussions were not private.
By Matthew J. Fromm4 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
Ellie woke to the sound of gentle rain pattering against Amnity's cottage windows, a soft rhythm that felt like Nova welcoming her back to consciousness. She was still wearing her festival dress from the night before, though someone—Amnity—had draped a quilt over her where she'd fallen asleep on the small couch.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
The Great Meadow transformed as the sun set, blooming into something magical under the light of Nova's full moon. Dozens of vendors had spread their wares along winding paths marked by glowing crystal lanterns, creating a maze of wonder that drew visitors deeper into the celebration. The air hummed with laughter, music, and the gentle chime of wind bells hanging from every stall.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger That Knocked at My Door in Autumn
A knock came soft at autumn’s breath, Between the dusk and twilight’s death. The wind had stripped the branches bare,
By Imoh Bel4 months ago in Fiction
The Organization
Rolan’s tie was crooked, his shirt was more wrinkles than fabric, and his coffee was the color of used motor oil. Yet, somehow, he carried himself like a man who had seen too much and survived on nothing but sarcasm and caffeine.
By Irfan Ali4 months ago in Fiction
Terrible As An Army With Banners
What is the story here? The sky is burning, and lightning splits the blackness of the night sky. There is a terrible army flying red banners, the colour of the blood they intend to spill, and they swarm into the city that they intend to lay waste to.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Fiction
The Glass Stage
The spotlight had once been her safe place. When Elara Vale first stepped onto the stage, the world leaned in. She was the girl with the golden voice, the actress who could transform a script into living fire. Every headline called her the future, every studio wanted her face on their posters. And when the kingdom of cinema announced a grand reimagining of its most beloved fairy tale, Elara was chosen to wear the crown.
By CelebCast Central4 months ago in Fiction
The Whispered Secret
Whispers have a way of surviving longer than truth. They drift like smoke through corridors, settle in forgotten corners, and linger even when no one dares speak them aloud.
By CelebCast Central4 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
The Hole looked exactly the same as it always had—cluttered, chaotic, and filled with treasures from a dozen different worlds. But as Ellie stood in the doorway, taking in the familiar chaos with new eyes, she began to see patterns she'd never noticed before.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction