Fable

A Faerie Path?
Tonight he had been invited to his mates for a drink, he couldn't afford the bus fare, so he decided that he would walk. He had a six-pack in the garage; that is how he would contribute to the night.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Fiction
He let go of my hand for a second.
A calm day, a calm river The river seemed calm that afternoon - silent, almost lifeless, like a mirror stretched out under a fading sky. But I have come to learn that the water is still the highest. We had no idea that the river could deceive us.
By Echoes of Life6 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Was There in Silence
Part 1: The Silence at the End They called him "a man of few words" at the funeral. A kind lie. My father, Thomas Evans, spoke less than few. He spoke in absence:
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
The Alien Invasion. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Asher sat at his desk, staring blankly at the piece of paper in front of him. He had been trying to write for hours, but the words just wouldn't come. His black hoodie was pulled up over his head, casting a shadow over his face. His spiky black hair stuck out in every direction, a testament to his restless nature.
By Vizio 6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Message from Earth
The year was 2145. Earth had been declared uninhabitable for over three decades. Climate collapse, nuclear skirmishes, and viral pandemics had rendered the blue marble a toxic wasteland. Humanity, or what was left of it, had scattered among the stars — colonizing Mars, floating cities on Titan, and sprawling mining colonies across the Kuiper Belt.
By Soul Pages6 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
By Nadeem Shah I found the letter by accident. Tucked inside the back of my mother’s worn-out recipe book, behind a page smudged with gravy stains and faint ink scribbles about nutmeg, was an envelope that didn’t belong. It was brittle, yellowed with age, and sealed with a faded wax stamp I didn’t recognize.
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Grew A Forest Inside Her
Once, not so very long ago, there was a girl who grew a forest inside her. She was not born with it. Not exactly. At first, she was like other children—soft, open, curious. But life, as it does, began to press on her. Small losses. Sharp words. The kind of loneliness that doesn't show. The kind of silence that fills a room. The world asked her to be small, to take up less space, to smile when she didn't want to. And slowly, little by little, she began to fold inward.
By Alain SUPPINI6 months ago in Fiction
Kindness Tastes Like Lemon Tea. AI-Generated.
I never liked tea. Not the bitter green kind, not the herbal kind my mom kept insisting would help me “balance out,” and definitely not the flowery ones that tasted like wilted garden petals. But I drank it anyway—every day at 4:15—for nearly four months, sitting at a round table by a window in Mrs. Calloway’s faded yellow kitchen.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Bond
In the quiet village of Gulwood, where rolling hills kissed the horizon and sunrises painted the skies with soft gold, lived a man named Haroon. He was in his late sixties, a retired schoolteacher who led a humble life filled with books, daily routines, and silent prayers. But Haroon was never truly alone. By his side—always—was Rafi, his dog, companion, and the quiet keeper of his heart.
By Zubair6 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror Room🕯️. AI-Generated.
After her grandmother's death, Clara inherited an old Victorian house. It stood silent and dust-laden, the air thick with forgotten memories. But one room was unlike the rest—small, square, and lined wall-to-wall with mirrors. Her grandmother called it the Reflection Room.
By ElaheMindStories6 months ago in Fiction
Spellbound Debt
In the bustling city of Eldric Hollow, magic was as common as coffee—and just as addictive. It was sold, loaned, and even repossessed. If you couldn’t afford the spell, you could still use it… for a price.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Fiction
The Library That Only Opens at Midnight
I first found the midnight library by accident. I was a second-year literature student, weighed down by essays, caffeine, and the kind of insomnia that made the night stretch longer than it should. That particular night, a storm had knocked out the power in my dorm. With nothing but my phone flashlight, I wandered out, craving something—anything—that wasn’t the stale air of my room.
By HAFSA6 months ago in Fiction