Fable
The Headless Horseman
Sometime ago, up the mountain between Toas and Mora, there lived a family of sheepherders. They were a typical family of the time, three generations and a dozen children all living on the ranch, taking turns at the various chores from tending sheep to tilling the field and felling trees.
By Judah LoVato6 months ago in Fiction
The night I killed Leonardo Da Vinci
The candle in my Roman studio sputtered, casting long, dancing shadows that twisted my unfinished sculptures into monstrous shapes. Outside, the city slept, but I was awake, haunted by a block of Carrara marble that refused to speak to me. It was in these moments of silent frustration that my thoughts often drifted to him. Leonardo.
By F.R. Gautvik6 months ago in Fiction
A Guide to Surviving Late-Stage Fairy Tales
First, you must accept a simple truth: we’ve passed the golden age of magic. The castles still stand, but only because the Tourism Board decided they were “heritage properties” too expensive to demolish. They’ve been retrofitted with escalators, Wi-Fi, and a gift shop at every turret. The moats are chlorinated now, “for hygiene and brand image.” The guards wear armor in the style of the old days, but it’s made of lightweight plastic for comfort, and the swords are strictly for photo opportunities.
By Alain SUPPINI6 months ago in Fiction
Letters My Future Self Forgot to Send
Story Letters My Future Self Forgot to Send The first letter arrived on a Tuesday. It was tucked neatly between a credit card bill and a grocery flyer, its envelope yellowed at the edges, the paper thick and almost too formal for the times. My name was written in looping handwriting I didn’t recognize, but the strangest part was the postmark: March 14, 2045.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
The Woman Who Spoke in Weather
Story The Woman Who Spoke in Weather Harold Linton had been the city’s morning weatherman for nineteen years. He was steady, reliable, and rarely surprised — the kind of man who could read a sky like a favorite book. His office sat on the eleventh floor of a squat, concrete building downtown, where he had a perfect view of Ashbury Street.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
Shadows on the Edge of Tomorrow
By Nadeem Shah The rain had a way of softening the city’s edges. Buildings that normally looked sharp and unforgiving now blurred into a watercolor of gray and silver. Streetlights bled into the puddles, their glow stretching out in ripples with every raindrop that fell.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Fiction
Shadows on the Edge of Tomorrow
By Nadeem Shah The rain had a way of softening the city’s edges. Buildings that normally looked sharp and unforgiving now blurred into a watercolor of gray and silver. Streetlights bled into the puddles, their glow stretching out in ripples with every raindrop that fell.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter She Never Sent
By Nadeem Shah The envelope had yellowed with time, the edges curling slightly as if it had been holding its breath for years. It sat at the bottom of the box, beneath a stack of old photographs and forgotten receipts, as though it had been waiting—patient, quiet—for someone to finally notice it.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror Hotel
The Mirror Hotel was born from Aurelian’s need—not desire. It waited like a predator for the moment he fractured, when something inside him shifted just enough to let light pierce the dark. It lived in the liminal spaces of his grief, where reality blurred with dream—a place both familiar and unsettling, shaped by the memories he couldn’t bear to hold.
By Neshzivne Dadirri6 months ago in Fiction
