Fable

Outcasts
It was sleeping on the ground, waiting. Alzagoth tilted her head, teetering backwards and inhaling stiffly through her nostrils, the furnace in her lungs growled.
By Kieran Egan3 years ago in Fiction
The Silver Blood and the Last Dragon
It was a warm and starry night in the forest. The moon and stars were shining over the space between the pine trees like a light bulb, bringing all of the vegetation into the spotlight, for all to see. Only a light breeze was swimming along the trees and vegetation, as everything else stood still.
By Pircalabu Stefan3 years ago in Fiction
Old Love
Old Love By the law of the Great Treaty the toddler’s life was forfeit, but Ezakalis could not bring himself to kill it.
By Oliver Alexander3 years ago in Fiction
DRAGON CHILD
“Lizard?!” the small boy cooed between his two thumbs. “What’s he talking about?” Darby moaned. “Yes, lizards,” Enid said, smiling and tickling the small boys feet as she gave Darby a slight nudge.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
What if Medusa was a Black Woman?
They say racism wasn’t for the Gods, but I know the truth. It started with them. We see the same story play out time after time. Innocent Black woman exists. White man uses his power. Robs her of her innocence. White woman blames the Black woman. If the story sounds familiar, then you’ve probably seen it before. Colonizer and the colonized. Slave owner and the enslaved. Poseidon and Medusa. All stories as old as time itself. You just have to really hear them to know they’ve always been the same.
By Mary W3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 68
We all made our final preparations and started to get ready for our mission. One of the doberman guards cast a spell on all of us that gave us night vision . Most of us were of the dog race so we already have good noses . Our sense of smell were second to none . Only a few animals and beasts had a better sense of smell than us . The bat witch didn’t need anything , because bat people excel in the night already . Bats use sonar mostly to their advantage . They achieve this with echolocation . Bats can hear better than any race on this world . Their smell is top of the line as well .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Gully
With a tattered towel Belinda dried a terra cotta mug, then lifted herself up onto her tiptoes and reached overhead to hang the mug from a row of hooks above the bar. Directly ahead, through cloudy windows framed in warping wood, she watched the early evening sun high on the horizon. A quick rap of knuckles against the counter came from the end of the bar. Belinda turned her attention towards the sound, and the man motioned her over. In a hoarse voice, he said, “Fill ‘er ep, and gimme a bowl of whatever you got.”
By A. Crossan3 years ago in Fiction
The Inundation
The dragon woke to a sound. The cry of a child. It opened its eyes on the dim lit cave. And quickly roused itself. It felt the heat stirring in its guts and could taste the old bitter gold on its tongue. It felt confusion like a sickness. The dragon’s tail stirred in mud. The floor of the cave had flooded. The meagre pile of treasures lay discoloured and drenched.
By Gordon Thompson 3 years ago in Fiction
Mother
MOTHER I heard the mewling of a human brat long before I saw him. I stay away from those creatures as much as I can. None of them have the strength or skill to climb up to our caverns on the mountain tops where we spend the winters. When I descend to the forest to forage I keep well away from them. Some dragons take delight in burning crops or terrorizing the villagers, fouling their wells and carrying off livestock. We never eat human flesh, of course as they are filthy creatures. Some of them are valiant enough and rarely, manage to kill one of our kind.
By Isobel Cunningham3 years ago in Fiction
The Dawn of Calamity
Of the many myths and legends throughout Fal’Ardin. There has only ever been one prophecy. It foretells two children, both lost souls and polar opposites. One is a little girl of pure heart and innocence, who will be raised and nurtured by a Dragon from the heavens. The other is a boy whose heart will be filled with hate and malice, who will be raised by a Dragon from the earth. One child is said to bring about peace, while the other will bring ruin. Said to awaken a Great Wyrm, the father of evil who breeds destruction. The prophecy foretells war, and that these two destined children will face each other.
By Julio Aguilar3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of the Dream
This tale was written by Silos Dimmas, the great chronicler, based on recollections of Balgur and Laylardeen after the Last Battle.
By Pedro Velmovitsky3 years ago in Fiction
Serpents of the Valley
A butterfly danced in the forest from one flower to another. The blue wings soon caught the interest of a very tiny girl. Spirals of yellow hair fell onto her round face as she reached out for the little winged creature as it flew onward. Curiosity encouraged the toddler to continue through the forest, following the butterfly. The forest seemed to grow larger and more fascinating when the afternoon sun shone through the trees. This made the colors of all the plants and animals seem even brighter than before. The tiny girl kept exploring until she tripped over a log, only it was no log.
By Tammi D3 years ago in Fiction