Fable
How the Rhinoceros Got its Horn
How the Rhino Got Its Horn The rhinoceros lay on her side, breathing heavily, waiting for the pain to pass again. She wondered how long this was going to go on as she stood and shook herself then walked around in a large circle, constantly on the lookout for any nearby predators. She offered up thanks to whoever was responsible for the gift of a long flowing mane and tail, the tail that she used mercilessly to swat the large biting flies from her smooth white, glossy coat. The mane and long forelock protected her tiny eyes and sensitive nose and face from the sun as well as the flies. Another thunderbolt of pain hit and she threw herself on the ground groaning and gave in to the urge to push out whatever it was that had been growing inside her expansive belly for months.
By Amanda Peattie3 years ago in Fiction
Flowers
As she bent down in the grass, he watched the sun glinting off her hair like novae brightening the galaxy for eons before their light reached thinking eyes. It was in these moments, now so hard to come by, that he knew humanity wasn't doomed as some cosmic accident that deserved whatever terrible catastrophe was just waiting its turn-that we all weren't just a naive mistake.
By Adam Diehl3 years ago in Fiction
Coyote and the World
Coyote was thoroughly annoyed. He was banished from the pantheon. Him! Just because he called Odin All-Father the name Zeus one too many times, and muttering “By Jove I think he's got it!” every time Loki got Odin out of another mess of Odin's own making. Maybe rolling his eyes one too many times because all of Loki's solutions involved dressing up Thor as a woman, or Loki turning into a new shape? Coyote already did that trick, and it was to return the sun! Not to keep some fanboy frost giants off their collective ass... and onto Loki's apparently, if Sleipnir was the product. Or Pegasus.
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Fiction
Why We Cry
We all know the feeling. That feeling of that painful strain that engulfs your cheek bones when you receive some distressing news.and then it happens. Your eyes water and clear wetness rolls down your cheek. They are called tears and come out of your eyes in heavy percussion once you start crying. As sentient beings crying is a natural function of our humanity, but why does this functioning exist?
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Fiction




