Fable
Her Empyrean Majesty
~~~~????~~~~ The gushing sound of wind in my ears did nothing to ease the drowsiness I felt. I was certain death would meet me at the end of this fall, and I would never know the truth. What happened to me? I wanted to know, yet I could sense the ground’s approach and my demise grew nearer. A red swath of fabric concealed my vision, but I shut my eyes anyway, accepting the death I knew would come. One could not fall from the sky and survive.
By Kelly Brackett3 years ago in Fiction
The Tiger's Eyes
I walk the world, marveling at its beauty but only from the stories I’ve been told and never by my own witness. The tiger is by far the most majestic and I ask for its story as often as my friends are willing to tell me. Though I was born without sight I can picture the striped rings on its throat, like a distinguished collar that separates it from the other animals. A tapestry of contrasting colors, the orange background painted with a weave of black unique to every single one. Its stripes merge with the tall grasses of its home and like a mirage it disappears from view, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce.
By Anastasia J Cleveringa3 years ago in Fiction
The Struggle of the Common Man
It was a typical summer day in the city, but there was a sense of unease in the air. People bustled about their daily tasks, but their movements seemed forced, as if they were trying to ignore the elephant in the room. The elephant, of course, was the rising inflation. Prices for everything from groceries to rent had skyrocketed in recent months, leaving many struggling to make ends meet.
By James Green3 years ago in Fiction
The View
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse through the window in his room. She had never really known what the outside world was like. The war had been over for twelve years now. She was only six months old when the first nuclear weapon was fired at a city in the far eastern part of Europe. After that, it seems every nation, tribe, religious or political group used it as an excuse to settle old scores or debts they felt were owed to them.
By Bruce Curle `3 years ago in Fiction
Within
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The first time he led her to the room, after she had brought him food and drink and then he had bid her follow him, they ascended more stairs than she counted into darkness. By the light of the hearth she had beheld his kind eyes, and at first she followed his thick leather boots up wooden stairs. Candles in the stone walls became fewer and farther between, their small flames guttering before fading away, and eventually she was following not her vision of him but his heavy footsteps, the deep sound of his breath, the lingering warmth of his body.
By Will Entrekin3 years ago in Fiction
