Fable

Erebos' Mischievous Creation
Erebos' Mischievous Creation: The Fabled Origin of Roaches In the ancient times of Mount Olympus, when gods and goddesses reigned over the mortal world, there lived a mischievous deity named Erebos. He was known for his cunning nature and fondness for playing tricks on both mortals and fellow gods. Erebos took delight in causing chaos and confusion, often sowing discord among the divine beings. He was drawn to the shadows and dark corners of the mortal realm, unlike the shimmering halls and grandeur of Mount Olympus and the gods. Erebos often found himself observing the fascinating intricacies of the natural world often being amazed by the resilience of humans to survive different disasters and battles knowing that Ares would sometimes force them into meaningless wars for his own amusement. Erebos enjoyed observing the mortals prepare for these meaningless wars. Never letting fear stop them all the time knowing the underworld would be waiting for them should they fall at the hands of another.
By Dennis Thomas IV3 years ago in Fiction
Funny Stories Series:
Once upon a time in the heart of the dense, wild jungle, there lived a group of hilariously eccentric animals who had formed an unlikely friendship. Among them were Leon the lazy lion, Gilbert the clumsy giraffe, Pablo the party-loving parrot, and Tasha the mischievous monkey. They called themselves "The Jungle Jokesters" because they couldn't resist finding humor in every situation.
By J Stories3 years ago in Fiction
WHEN PIGS FLY; A Community Story . Content Warning.
All the makings of a very boring and unadventurous class field trip, or was it? I knew why we were really here, though. Otherwise, why would the chaperones be wearing chef's hats? Why else would they be unloading boxes full of cutting-boards, knives, saucepans, stock-pans, roasting pans pots, kettles, Dutch-ovens, whisks, and hundreds of spoons to boot? the profusion of culinary paraphernalia could only mean one thing: WAR.
By Rob Angeli3 years ago in Fiction
The Emberstream's Gift: why blood is red?
In the dawn of time, when the world was still young and the veil between the mortal realm and the divine was thin, the lands were blessed by a mystical river known as the Emberstream. Its waters shimmered like liquid flames, flowing gracefully through the heart of the ancient forest. The river's beauty and enchanting hues were a testament to the magical energies that flowed within it, and it was said that those who drank from its sacred waters would be granted blessings beyond imagination.
By Omar Sohail3 years ago in Fiction
"The Weaving of Ages: A Tale of Mortal Curiosity"
In the ancient days, when the universe was a lively tapestry, it was the Fates who held the power. Three ethereal beings, imbued with wisdom and might, shaped the very essence of existence. Clotho, the master spinner, deftly spun the threads of life with her golden spindle. Lachesis, the discerning measurer, determined the length of each mortal's journey. And Atropos, the solemn cutter, held the shears that brought life to its inevitable end. Harmoniously, they upheld the delicate balance of all that was.
By Omar Sohail3 years ago in Fiction
Gilded Apples; Chapter 3
"Hey, girlie." I glance over as Nadia slides into her desk. "Have you seen Celine? I've been texting her all morning but she's not responding."
By Katarzyna Crevan3 years ago in Fiction
Earthstory: Why Our World Is Shaped Like A Ball
Introduction This is for the Vocal Mythmaker Challenge that you can read about here The Prompt Write a myth to explain the fabled origin story of why something exists.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Fiction
Wanderings Stones. Top Story - August 2023.
It is said long ago in a time when Gods walk the earth a great lake nourished the land of Timbisha Shoshone. It provided nourishment, peace, and prosperity to the people of the land. The Timbisha people grew in numbers allowing them to gather and form great cities. One day the God of Obsession visited the Queen of Timbisha Shoshone and granted her visions of the Empire she would erect from the dust. Every night he would visit the Queen filling her head with the expansion of her Empire beyond the great lake of Timbisha. In time the Queen turned mad and became obsessed with the idea. She made it her life pursuit of turning her visions into reality. She wanted her kingdom to become the capital of the world and in her madness, she enforced for subjects to erect the tallest structure the earth had ever seen. Her mind became fogged and her eyes blind. She could no longer distinguish her own blood from the commoners she had enslaved and forced them all to work. But to make the construction possible she needed stone, water and mud. She ordered to have the beautiful flourishing mountains crumbled into stone blocks, the crystal-clear waters of the lake polluted and dried out with the production of mud. In time the plants died out and the animals, which the Timbisha people depended on for food moved away. The once fresh and cool breeze that danced between the branches of the trees had turn into a murderous heat. The trees that provided the life-giving shade had been replaced with the merciless scorching sun. Yet, her eyes remained blind to the truth and remained focused on the lies of obsession. Behind her back the people would plead to the Gods asking for salvation against the tyrant she had become. The Gods didn’t care to help the Timbisha people until they had learn that it was the God of Obsession, whom had planted the vision of corruption into the Queens head. This angered the Gods greatly sentencing them to their punishment. The Timbisha people were allowed to exodus from what used to be their homelands. The Queen and the God of Obsession were imprisoned under the baking dust of what once was the magnificent lake of Timbisha Shoshone. Even though they are both long gone, incarcerated in the eternal prison he still fills her head with obsession. It is said that her obsession is so great that she has managed to convince the wind to push the stones across the floor of the dead lake. For centuries the stones have wonder across the lake searching one another. Even though the stones have crossed paths many times, they have never come together to erect the structure the Queen so deeply desires.
By AGB3 years ago in Fiction
The Tree That Learned to Shed Its Leaves
In the heart of an ancient forest, stood a majestic tree unlike any other. Known as Eterna, it was renowned for its evergreen foliage, keeping its leaves throughout the seasons, undeterred by winter's frost or summer's heat. Eterna, unlike the other trees in the forest, did not know how to shed its leaves.
By Abnoan Muniz3 years ago in Fiction
Stay Wild, Children
There once was an old, blind, deaf widow who lived in a meadow. She rocked on her front porch from sunrise to sunset, whispering and bantering to the hollow shells that walked the dirt trails. She spoke of worlds fallen to ruin and she spoke of legends perceived as truth. She spoke of science and man’s disbelief, and she spoke of God and man’s lack of faith. She spoke of poetry as sweet as Hermes harp strings and she spoke of ill cursed tongues that dripped poison and spewed venom. But most of all she spoke of children beyond the eyes could see. Wild children she called them.
By Anne R.3 years ago in Fiction
The Water's Way
In the ancient realm of Azuris, where the sky kissed the earth and mountains danced with the clouds, there were no rivers. The world was full of lakes and ponds, each isolated and content in its existence. But the seas, vast and boundless, were restless, forever yearning for companionship.
By Mark Everson3 years ago in Fiction
The Woodcutter & The Snake
In a lonely cabin by the woods, there lived a woodcutter. His cabin was not a grand vacation home the nobles retreated to in the summer. Nor was it a decrepit shack, a hideout for outlaws and brigands. It was humble and homely: a simple home for a simple woodcutter. The cabin was spartan, carved out of hand-cut wood, unadorned save for a rough stone chimney perched on its roof. The floor was made out of the same pinewood as the walls, polished smooth by the passage of feet and the passing of time. And of course, there was the woodcutter himself.
By Alvin Ang3 years ago in Fiction