Fable
Legendary Fibbing
Janus had a powerful invisible sensation visit reminding the retired Roman God he still had stake in modern day activity down where the gulf and stream met. Knowing the two-faced character was imprisoned to unseen clutches due to an intellectual coup centuries ago the magical commander usually gets what it wants.
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Fiction
Sun and Moon
In the before times there was night and day whose light was provided by the stars. Two lovers, Sun and Moon, from a remote village were very much in love, but neither family approved of their relationship. They’d sneak away every night together, guided by the light from the stars.
By Shermia Trueheart4 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of the Gentle Green Giant and Fin
During Medieval times in a town known as Svolvaer; situated above the invisible line of the Arctic Circle, in the northern most part of Norway, the Vikings ruled the lands. Where a thousand fjords disrupted the lands with frosty salt water, and mountain tops dominated most of the remaining landscape: where the summer months were few, but daylight dominated the skies: where the winter months were frigid and challenging, and sunshine was as scarce as food. There lived two teenage boys; one whom was known by the townspeople as the Gentle Giant, and the other one was nicknamed Little Fin.
By Vincent Tomas4 years ago in Fiction
Ozymandias and the Black Quartz Sphinx
The sun burned into the sand with wasping fervor. A Man came stepping upon the sun scorched sand, a platoon of men surrounding Him, unfazed by the coarse heat of the desert. A simple pyramid, about 100 meters tall, stood in His path. As they pushed forward, the sands shifted like snakes slithering on top of one another, changing the scenery with the party’s movement forward.
By Alex Arabie4 years ago in Fiction
The Music of the 22nd Century
I was in London. At least, once upon a time it was London. Now it was a huge meadow. Nothing really remained of the city. There were a few parking lots all cracked and weeded over. Occasionally you’d stumble on a pile of bricks or a block of masonry. Perhaps an architrave from Westminster Abbey, maybe a quoin from St. Paul’s, or even a sett from Oxford Street! In all likelihood it was nothing more than rubble from Kennington. But who cares? In the centre of the meadow stood a large, one-storey wooden shack, called El Farolito. This was all that remained of London: a Mexican bar. Nothing remotely English about it. The last watering hole on the edge of the island, and from here on civilisation ended.
By John Quirke Darcy4 years ago in Fiction
The Stone Princess: Prologue
There were many rumors about The Stone Kingdom. Some said its ruler went mad and turned her subjects into stone. Some said her most trusted advisor framed her. Some said her incompetence brought a curse upon the kingdom. Some said she tried to stop a great threat but wasn’t strong enough. Whatever the truth was, every version of the tale could agree on three things. There was a kingdom in which the inhabitants, including its ruler, turned to stone. The ruins of The Stone Kingdom were located in the woods outside the small town, and no one who entered The Stone Kingdom ever came back.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland4 years ago in Fiction
