Fable
Guardians of the Ethereal Gate
In the distant past, when the world was young and untouched, there existed a realm beyond the reach of mortal eyes. This ethereal domain was known as Anora, a place of eternal beauty and wonder, where beings of pure energy and magic resided. Among them was a powerful entity named Lumina, the embodiment of light and creation.
By Judith Akabs3 years ago in Fiction
True Sight
Our eyes are windows into our souls, or so the legend goes. However, it was once not so. Ages past in the land of myth and madness, you can trace the thread of truth to the tale of what our eyes are. Ah, yes, our story dates back to when gods walked amongst us and stood in judgment over our very sins. Yet, these gods were not so simple as we know them now. Zeus once split humanity for fear of their power once unified. His progeny, sadly, were even less gracious. Wrathful beings full of pride and arrogance ruled over us with an iron fist. Humanity served them not unlike like priests do now, save with one vast difference. Humans were enslaved, sentenced to create monuments to their gods and serve their every whim, both saintly and carnal.
By John Carlin3 years ago in Fiction
Little Red's Adventure
Once upon a time, a sweet and innocent girl named Red lived in a quaint little town. Red was known for her kind heart and love for her family, especially her grandmother, who lived on the other side of town. Every week, Red's mother would send her on a trip to the local grocery store to buy groceries for the family and some treats for her beloved grandmother.
By Anthony Chan3 years ago in Fiction
Stendalonia, the Village of Plenty
Below is the tale, a few centuries old, of how two children created a mythos of selflessness and graciousness, thus bringing forth the fabled village of Stendalonia, land of plenty. I tell it in first person as my father’s great grandfather told it to his children and theirs.
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Fiction
The Birth of the Oceans
Let's time travel back to when Earth was just a newbie on the cosmic scene. It was hot, smoky, and about as friendly as a campfire. No trees, no mountains, no cute puppies, and no water. All it had was an endless sea of bubbling lava and a sky full of ash.
By Abnoan Muniz3 years ago in Fiction
Tears in the Nighttime
“Why are you crying Grandmama?” Junie asked in the darkness of their familiar hut. The sun had long since gone down, but he could see her tears glistening in the moonlight that streaked through the poorly maintained thatch roofing. Baba was supposed to fix that. He shook away the thought and moved over to his grandmother who stood in the doorway. He placed his tiny hand in hers and looked up at her with all the purity and bravery that an eight-year-old possessed.
By Vagabond Writes3 years ago in Fiction
The Moon’s Sacrifice for the Sun
In the uncharted corners of the cosmos, where the fabric of time and space intertwined and danced, the Earth was but an infant, cradled gently by the arms of gravity. This was an era when the stars were yet deciding upon their ordained places in the infinite night sky, an era when two celestial entities, the Moon and the Sun, glowed side by side, inseparable in their radiant friendship. Their gleaming lights converged, casting a resplendent, never-ending illumination over the newly formed Earth, an eternal day that knew no night.
By Abnoan Muniz3 years ago in Fiction
