Fable
The Prince Who Came for Tea and Left with Nothing
The carriage clock in Clarence House ticked loudly, as if mocking the man who sat stiffly on the velvet chair. Harold, once a prince, now just another weary traveler with too many demands, waited for his father. He had come with a purpose. Money, titles, security, maybe even sympathy—his wish list was long.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Lantern
In the quiet valleys of the northern mountains, where snow-capped peaks touched the clouds and rivers sang through the rocks, there lived a boy named Ayaan. His village was small, nestled between pine forests and meadows of wildflowers. Life there was simple—people grew their food, shared laughter around bonfires, and respected the power of nature. But Ayaan carried a dream larger than the mountains themselves.
By Muhammad Bilal4 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
It was a quiet evening when I stumbled upon the letter. The house was unusually still, the kind of silence that presses on your chest and makes you feel like something is about to change. I hadn’t been looking for secrets; I was simply searching for an old notebook in the wooden chest my mother kept locked in her room. But fate has a strange way of revealing truths when we least expect them.
By Nadeem Shah 4 months ago in Fiction
Under the Crimson Sky
The crimson sky stretched endlessly above, its fiery glow spilling across the horizon like blood on sand. For most villagers, it was just another sunset, another day slowly slipping into the night. But for Ayaan, the sight of that sky was both a curse and a reminder—a curse of the past he could never completely bury, and a reminder of the fight he could no longer run away from.
By Nadeem Shah 4 months ago in Fiction
The Politics of Compromise, Shall We Dance
Luis Peña stood at the office window; his gaze locked on the rain-slicked lawns of Parliament Hill. The storm outside suited the one within. Polls were merciless. Each carefully calculated policy—intended to soothe, to unify—had only deepened the wound. His once-mighty party was in freefall.
By Bruce Curle `4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Voyage
Odysseus the Pioneer, Odysseus the Adventurer, Odysseus the Scourge of Troy. Those titles, once marks of prestige, now taunt me. They were given to me by the men and women of my youth, the Greeks who sailed 10,000 ships across the sea to forge a legend. Now they are spoken only by my pitiful subjects who have grown fat on the spoils. They have never known the walls of Troy, the Wooden Horse, the Cyclops, or the man eating Laestrygonians. They use them to gain my favour to further their own interests, rats feasting on the corpses of lions.
By Sebastian Swift5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Lightkeeper. AI-Generated.
The Last Lightkeeper A story of duty, solitude, and a promise kept against time. The lighthouse at Arven Point was never meant to be beautiful. It wasn’t painted white like the ones in postcards, and it didn’t sit on a sunny cliff where tourists could pose for pictures. It was a weather-beaten tower, built out of gray stone that always smelled faintly of salt and smoke. But to the sailors who once crossed that stretch of sea, its light meant everything.
By Raz Muhammad5 months ago in Fiction
