Fable
Princess Plumplee
Once upon a time, there lived a little princess with plump, rosy cheeks. Every time she smiled, her cheeks dimpled into little round plums. She was adored by all for her cute teeny cheeks. A jolly girl, she loved to laugh and play practical jokes on all her family and friends. She was Princess Plumplee.
By Tegan Hill3 years ago in Fiction
The Last Memory
A modern day, a modern age – the last memory of them is gone. Or, at least, it should be. Each passing day, a new moment is left to strike a chord deep inside. It sends shivers up our spines, a sickening twist in our stomachs. This feeling riles up that old, old forgotten time.
By Mychaila A. Rose3 years ago in Fiction
King Snow, the Pure. Content Warning.
Long ago, in a faraway land, an almost windowless stone tower stood in the center of a dark, black forest. It was rumored that inside this tower was a beautiful maiden named Rapunzel, being held captive in the upper recess of its rooms, and that whichever brave knight released her from her prison would have her hand in marriage and untold riches far beyond anyone could imagine.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Melodia
Deep within the enchanted forest of Harmony Grove, there lived a tribe of mystical creatures known as Silvanians. These creatures, smaller than humans, had colorful wings, shimmering skin, and the ability to control the natural elements. Each Silvanian had a special gift, bestowed upon them by the Great Spirit of the forest.
By V-Ink Stories3 years ago in Fiction
The Dividing Lines
Ciara and Aris were sisters; daughters of Landros, the Strong. As family, the two sisters were very different from one another; and couldn't have been further apart from their father. Ciara moved as swiftly and quietly as the flowing waters along the ground; Aris could soar through the skies as though the wind carried her. Neither of the sisters could match their father in strength; and their father, stoic, strong, and impenetrable in his movements, was not nearly as sly and sneaky as his daughters. Theirs was a family affair where the God of Strength vowed to protect his daughters; and his daughters, now in their teenage years, schemed to sneak about in all of their silence.
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Fiction
Agent Harrison
Every day, the world is plagued by terrorists and their threats to end the world. To counter these threats, the agency has trained a special and extremely talented CIA agent, Jack Harrison, and only assigned him to the most critical and dangerous missions. His latest assignment was to apprehend or kill a terrorist spy who had infiltrated the intelligence community using fake passports, fake ID, a fake background story and a fake CIA badge. He managed to steal highly classified and sensitive information intended only to be seen by those of the highest authority. Ahmed Al-Masri had been pretending to be an agent for the United States for years, all while wreaking havoc on America’s international peacekeeping efforts by selling information he gathered to Americas greatest enemies.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
McMillan Made The Clouds
The clouds weren't always there, as the legend goes. Not on the Plains. The West Coast had the thick marine layer rolling in with its putrid stench and the grey sort of gloom that clung to its people. And the Southern Coast hugging the Gulf had angry hurricanes that drenched the soil and turned the sky black. The East sat pretty in the summertime with its sea breeze that cooled off the scorching land at night and gave its residents a break.
By Silver Daux3 years ago in Fiction
Why the Willow Weeps. Runner-Up in Mythmaker Challenge.
Have you ever noticed that there are no trees quite like the Willow? Or wondered why it is called the "Weeping" Willow? Have you noticed that where almost all other trees reach high toward the sky, the Willow's branches reach instead toward the ground? Have you ever lay beneath a Willow's boughs and listened to her soft sighs and heard the sound of her weeping? Listen, now, and I will tell you a story about why this is...
By Kyle Hulbert3 years ago in Fiction
