Fable

A Too Perfect Sleeping Beauty
A long time ago…. It was a dark and stormy night (no, really it was) but the King and Queen were still hosting a celebration for their newborn daughter’s christening. Wanting to be sociable (and hoping for some nice gifts) the King had invited 3 of the local fairies: Daisy, Animale and Louisa. Arriving during the storm, and drenched, having been caught unexpectedly in the downpour, each of the fairies presented her gift. Daisy went first and wished for the Princess to always have perfect hair. Animale went next, wishing for the Princess’s makeup to always look flawless. Lastly, Louisa wished that the Princess would always be dressed in the latest fashion. Suddenly there was a commotion at the door: a 4th fairy, Munificence had arrived unexpectedly, having somehow been overlooked in the invitations. ( that was the King’s story and he was sticking to it) Munificence looked perfectly dry, having had the foresight to bring an umbrella ( which upset the other 3 fairies immensely). She walked over to the tiny Princess’s cradle and paused for a moment looking down at the sleeping child. At last she spoke: “my wish is that on your 18th birthday, you will stumble on the stairs, bump your head and knock yourself out. You will remain unconscious until a just and worthy man awakens you and then you will get that which you deserve”.
By Kerene’ Larson2 years ago in Fiction
The Washing Bucket That Was a Wishing Well
The sun beat down on Elizabeth’s back as she plunged the paddle into the dirty clothes sitting in the wooden washing bucket. With a great heave of her shoulders, she hoisted up the kettle of hot water off the fire and carefully tipped the water into the bucket. Grabbing the paddle, she spun the laundry around, turning it over, before throwing in a few handfuls of grated soap. Her younger brother William sat in the shady shadow of an oak tree, leaning against its trunk. He hummed as he grated more soap for the washing, his bare feet scrunching up the green grass. Sweat dripped from Elizabeth’s brow as steam rose up to her face.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)2 years ago in Fiction
The Sisters' Summer Solstice Soiree
Once upon a time in the vibrant city of Soleville, lived two step-sisters, Izzy and Bella. Unlike the typical wicked stepsisters, they were known for their fashion-forward choices and obsession with the latest sneaker releases. Their eyes were always glued to their screens, waiting for the next drop. And this time, it was something truly special – "Prince Off White's" newest sneaker creation, said to be revealed exclusively at the grand Sneaker Ball.
By Brooklyn Damien2 years ago in Fiction
The town fox and the country fox
"You must visit me in my country manor, dear boy," said Darcy, between mouthfuls of lamb kebab topped with dribbles of sweet n sour sauce. Smythe tore into a cardboard carton exuding the aroma of last week's KFC.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Fiction
Death Breaks Her Promise
Death came when Quentin least expected: that is to say, late. She strode through the door at five past nine. Bowler hat in hand, peacoat soaked by the sudden rain, blonde curls flying in every direction except the one ordained by gravity. Quentin watched her cross the linoleum, her corporeal form passing directly through the nurse on call before settling into the empty rattan chair reserved for loved ones.
By Addison Horner2 years ago in Fiction
The name of the devil is greed
There was a funny little man Whose name was hard to say, And if you could not manage it, He'd take your child away. The man was very gifted
By Hannah Moore2 years ago in Fiction
The Not So Ugly Duckling
Back when trees could walk and stones could talk, there was a huge family of ducks. The ducklings were dark spotty yellow feathered, with dark gray beaks. The adult ducks were a pee-stained yellowish-white color with feathers that looked like you'd plucked them, and light gray beaks.
By Haylee Marick2 years ago in Fiction
Cinder-hella
With a large puff of black smoke and clap of thunder, Ella’s magical godmother stood before her. Ella raised her tear stained face and stood up from the hearth where she had been weeping over her sad pathetic life. Her tears came to an abrupt end with the harsh sting in her cheek from the violent slap from the woman before her.
By Traci E. Langston2 years ago in Fiction
Rawhead and Bloody Bones
Once, long ago, in the wilds of Mississippi, lived an old conjure woman named Betty. Betty was a weird old woman with wild, woolly hair and a witchy, wicked wit, and she lived in a shack in the deep recesses of the woods, alone.
By Tom Baker2 years ago in Fiction
Neverland. Runner-Up in Tales Retold Challenge.
‘We’re going to get caught.’ ‘No, we're not.’ ‘She’s going to hear us.’ ‘No, she isn’t.’ ‘But what if we get stuck up there?’
By Sian N. Clutton2 years ago in Fiction
Spinderella
Once upon a time, as I am sure most of you have heard, there was a girl. Her name was Cinderella, and she was a beautiful young maid to her stepmothers and stepsisters. She awaited the day that her Prince Charming would swipe her off her feet, and if you know the story you wouldn't be surprised to hear that one day he did. Indeed!
By Ruby Estelle 2 years ago in Fiction
PUSS (not a chance) IN (hell would she ever wear) BOOTS
“Abigail, get in here and put your boots on,” Cathy yelled from the balcony door. Clearly frustrated, her disappointment evident by the scowl on her face, she was quickly running out of patience with her feline cohort.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Fiction