Fable

The Memory Thieves
I woke up with no name. Not in the poetic sense—no amnesia cliché, no slow fade of recollection. It was gone. My actual name. The sound of it, the feeling of it, the weight it carried in my bones—stripped clean from my mind.
By Junaid Shahid 6 months ago in Fiction
Toronto
The City in Between" The first snow of December always hit Toronto like a gentle ambush. One moment, the sidewalks were wet with leftover rain, the next, a soft white hush blanketed the streets.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
Fearful, sensory AI Foibles.. Top Story - August 2025.
Somewhere Between the acceptance of AI and Myself...there hums a melody caught in neon lights, of question marks, interspersed with introspection and ambiguity. It suggests a liminal space, a blurred boundary between identity and artificiality, thought and algorithm. A conceptual direction we desperately need to explore.
By Antoni De'Leon6 months ago in Fiction
The Call Came After Midnight
I was half-asleep when my phone rang. The screen lit up my dark bedroom, the name flashing across it like something out of a dream — or a nightmare.
By ETS_Story6 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror Refused To Speak
They called me magic. But I was just silver and silence, polished to perfection, hung like a noose on a castle wall. They never asked if I wanted to answer.
By Alain SUPPINI6 months ago in Fiction
“The Last Paper Crane”*
In a narrow lane where the sun barely touched the ground by midday, tucked between a tea stall and an old tailor’s shop, stood a small stationery store with peeling green paint and a wooden sign that read “Baba Jan’s Papers” in faded ink.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
The Princess Files For Bankruptcy
IN THE COURT OF PUBLIC OPINION Case No. 0001-GRNGRL THE PEOPLE VS. PRINCESS EVERAFTER Filed: Today, during the lunch break
By Alain SUPPINI6 months ago in Fiction
Fighting for Life
"You can have it," the man in front of Ryder said, solemnly, resigned to his fate. "You deserve it." Ryder looked at the man's bloodied nose, steadily streaming red mucus, and his lank hair, hanging down over his face. He was poorly dressed and would be referred to as "unkempt" by his mother. Not quite a hobo but not far off. The man would not look him in the eye which was curious as moments before, he had been glaring at Ryder as he'd gripped his shirtfront, his eyes wide, bulging with fury, as he spat his angry, defensive words into Ryder's face.
By Rachel Deeming6 months ago in Fiction
*The Bench by the Lake*
There was a lake on the edge of a quiet town, half-hidden behind sycamore trees and tangled ivy. It wasn’t on any tourist map, and no signs pointed to it. But those who found it—by accident or ache—often came back.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
What Is the Difference Between a Poor Man and a Rich Man
What Is the Difference Between a Poor Man and a Rich Man If you ask most people about the difference between a poor man and a rich man, the first answer you’ll hear is simple: “Money.”
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
The Masterful Lie We Tell Ourselves That Prevents Us From Reaching Our Potential
The Masterful Lie We Tell Ourselves That Prevents Us From Reaching Our Potential There’s a sentence we all whisper to ourselves at some point.
By Wings of Time 6 months ago in Fiction
The Red Mage and the Thief
The Emberlight Covenant The city of Jeuno rose from the cliffs like a dream of white stone, its spires tipped in banners that swayed in the salt wind. Bridges as narrow as a dagger’s edge arched over the chasms between towers and the streets hummed with the life of a hundred nations. Traders hawking wares from desert caravans and smiths hammering sparks into fresh-forged steel; wandering minstrels singing in tongues from the farthest reaches of Vana’diel.
By Cadma6 months ago in Fiction