Fable
Trash Panda
Jessica was awakened by another bump in the night. It was the third time that week, and she sat up to investigate what the ruckus was this time. She had her suspicions, a chubby raccoon who was getting into things in her garden one night. The next night? Same raccoon, different motive. It had found itself away into her trash cans but not a way out. She had no idea what tonight had in store for her, but if her instincts were correct, it was the same little trash panda with an ever expanding waist line.
By Josey Pickering3 years ago in Fiction
The Haunted House on the Hill
The old house on the hill had been abandoned for years. It stood as a lonely sentinel, a relic of a bygone era, its walls weathered and crumbling. For as long as anyone could remember, the house had been shrouded in mystery and whispers of supernatural phenomena. Some said it was cursed, haunted by the spirits of its former inhabitants who had met untimely ends. Others claimed that it was merely the product of overactive imaginations, a figment of the collective subconscious of the town.
By Narrative Eye3 years ago in Fiction
The Calling of the Crows
The ravens silently soared through the skies, circling the great summit. To the north they saw great oceans whose waves glittered in the sun—and the great sailboats, whose yellow sails billowed in the breeze. To the south they saw the sprawling deserts, whose dunes were like old shawls casting off dust—and men and women in tattered rags rising and falling with the contour of the earth. To the east they saw jubilant jungles whose roots and leaves were tangled in knots—and men and women chopping through the foliage with machetes seeking fruit. To the west they saw fertile plains, whose green grass was streaked—like the windswept hair of the men and women that traversed them. And so, as the ravens saw, so did the great man with the silver beard dream, in the deep glittering cave beneath the mountain. But one raven broke off from the rest and descended into the empty city surrounding the mountain on all sides. He was looking for a certain boy that could wake the sleeping hero. For the man in the cave had dreamt long enough and the world needed him now more than ever to unite the four corners of the land.
By Daniel Sellon3 years ago in Fiction
An Unhappy Almost Fairy Tale
Clara was one unhappy moth. Ever since she changed from caterpillar to moth, she was jealous of the butterfly. Butterflies flitted through the air like tiny flying ballerinas while Clara clodded around bumping into things like a bumbling clown.
By Sandra Matos3 years ago in Fiction
Fable 6: The Farmer, the Fox, and the Pheasants
There was once a farmer. Diligently, he tilled his soil, planted seed, and raised his crops. He made a modest living and used it to build himself a stone house within which he could observe his farm. He lived happily apart from one nagging issue, a very greedy fox.
By ThatWriterWoman3 years ago in Fiction
Forgetful Maya & The Value of Patience
Once upon a time, there was a young girl named Maya. Maya was always in a hurry and never seemed to have enough time for anything. One day, she was rushing to school and accidentally bumped into Mr. Rabbit, a talking magical animal who lived in the area.
By Sergio VanNess3 years ago in Fiction
