Fable
Tears
Tears flowed down from swelling eyes, watering the silver grass that flooded the ancient forest like a hidden ocean. The celestial kingdom of stars gazed down from space to admire its own reflection and to observe as the fates that they wrote unfold into their grand design. All the light from heaven above and from the glassy mirror of grass below shown upon the lone child, bare of any clothes and shining as a goddess of light. One more pair of eyes looked upon the little one, first with a spell of deep dark hate, but the softness of the helpless girl and the beaming light radiating from her body broke through the dark and lit a spark in his heart. And then the tears flowed down from the dragon’s serpentine eyes. No dragon had ever cried before. And no dragon would ever shed a tear again.
By Reagan Parker3 years ago in Fiction
The Planet of Panoras
Dear Sally, I'm writing from the small village of Trok in between the Elijah River and Lake Elizabeth. The river used to flow around the bend into the neighboring town, but the beavers dammed it up and now the only way to go anywhere is to sail to the estuary where Elijah meets the long, long river called Bagulph. What a weird name right? Bagulph? Where did they come up with that? It makes me laugh. Most of these townspeople have their own little boats, but of course I haven't learned how to make my own boat and I can't affod to buy the kind that they will allow me to go on the river with. So I'm somewhat trapped in this tiny hut and the weather has been cruel also.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
Night At The Thakur Dalan
The sights and sounds surrounding your sensory nerves as you traverse into a Durga Pujo* mandap* can easily flabbergast you. So many things that go on simultaneously, and as you make your way through the happy cacophony, the cheerful hullabaloo of people, their smiles, the thread of energy that each one of them possesses at that very moment, and manages to share the same with everyone who visits Maa Durga*, is beyond anything that you'll ever feel. You'll slowly and slowly give in to the divine feeling, your brain, and your heart shall seep in everything, every single detail around and you'll enter a zone of your own, a meditative, a zen feeling, where everything else doesn't matter for some moments, it's only you, and the goddess, as you bow your heads in prayer, for a minuscule second or more, the overpowering sounds seem to fade, fade into the distant horizon, and it's only your soul, in front of the goddess, and the chants of prayer that you utter, eyes closed, pin drop silence, you feel there's a certain wave of cosmic and divine energy playing around you, your human senses aren't able to fathom what it is, where it is coming from, where shall it go after some time, nothing. You just keep praying, and after a moment, the sounds slowly return back, and things are normal.
By somsubhra banerjee3 years ago in Fiction
Snow Day Believer
The snow fell insistently, covering roads and driveways and trees. Heavy snowfall brings a quiet you can hear and it’s comforting and overwhelming all at the same time. I woke at five-thirty a.m. to the chirp of my cell phone bearing the news: Snow day. Annie and Christopher counted on staying home from school and stayed up late to check the 11 o’clock news to confirm it. It wasn’t official even then, but they were now sleeping the sound slumber of a child’s intuition, hibernating under their quilts. Not a peep from either of them.
By Cindy Eastman3 years ago in Fiction
ᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴅʟɪɴɢ ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ
ᴛʀᴀᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴀ ᴡɪᴄᴄᴀɴ ʜᴏʟɪᴅᴀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴇɪɢʜᴛ sᴀʙʙᴀᴛs, ᴏsᴛᴀʀᴀ ɪs ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴄᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘʀɪɴɢ ᴇǫᴜɪɴᴏx ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇsᴇɴᴛs ʀᴇɴᴇᴡᴀʟ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇʙɪʀᴛʜ ᴏʀ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢs. ᴏsᴛᴀʀᴀ ʜᴀs sᴇᴠᴇʀᴀʟ ɴᴀᴍᴇs, ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɴɢʟᴏ—sᴀxᴏɴ ɢᴏᴅᴅᴇss, ᴇᴏsᴛʀᴇ.
By Sai Marie Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
Tomorrow Star Looking For Answers
During the past two years Holloway Boy was trying to figure out exactly what life was all about and suddenly a magical thought labeled him ‘Tomorrow Star.’ Receiving a royal ascot as a gift to look like a winner from a sponsor, the future prospect deemed a long shot strutted using a good firm fashionable style.
By Marc OBrien3 years ago in Fiction
Oliver and Zip
Foreword: The following story was written using the titles of songs, a section of the story was written after a song was chosen based entirely on the title. The choices were presented to someone I will always regard as a friend, I am thankful they played along and helped me write this tale with each choice they made. A few edits were made, but I am now proud to present this story to you, the reader.
By Tiggerish Eeyore (Aaron Wood)3 years ago in Fiction
His Divine Itchiness
You know that itch you get right as you’re trying to nod off to sleep? The one that you’re not sure existed even after you’ve scratched the offending area? The one that springs up again on another part of your body when you’ve settled back in, snug under the covers? That’s me. Some may call me silly names like the Itch Fairy, but I prefer to think of myself as The Immortal God of Itchiness. You may call me Your Divine Itchiness. In my opinion, I am an essential, natural force in the world. Which would make me a god in the vein of Boreas, Notus, Zephyrus, and Eurus. (For those of you that never took Classics, I pity you. Those are the Four Winds of Greek Mythology. Though I never particularly liked them much, too flighty. Couldn’t nail them down in an RSVP for any party.) Plus I’ve never died, so there’s Exhibit A for immortality. Perhaps the only argument against my divinity is the fact that I feel the need to explain myself. But not being able to hold myself back is part of my highly endearing personality, so I think it’s fine.
By Mark (Mitch) Weil3 years ago in Fiction
The First Kiss in Human History
Once upon a time on earth, about 50,000 years ago before kissing was ever a thing, there existed ten kingdoms in the world. Each kingdom was ruled by a gifted family; a family whose members were born with magical gifts that no other could ever have except received through the "touch of the gifted part". These gifts were sacred and gave each member royalty status in their respective kingdoms.
By Louis Udeani3 years ago in Fiction
