Fable

The Silence of Trees
Deep in the Caledonian Forest, a heart beats its final beat. The cadence is watery, in memory of bloom. The memory of soft air and the shy twinge of sunlight speckling down upon it. It beats for petrichor, for silk sodden earth.
By Kate E Mutter4 years ago in Fiction
Engel and the Bloody Hare
Whether you like it or not, there was once a boy called Engel. He was of little consequence, as most children are, but little things often prove themselves bigger by the problems they create. The time had come for his thirteenth birthday and Uncle Reuben had sworn to take him hunting to celebrate the occasion. Engel, himself, could not have wished for anything worse and reasoned that he was not likely to survive the ordeal on account of his weak stomach. He could not bear to witness so much as a chicken’s beheading and cried for hours after his father made respective thighs, breasts, and wings out of his well-esteemed Margaret.
By L. Mazzeo4 years ago in Fiction
Thaw Creatures
Introduction Living Conditions It is the year 2097 and almost 73% of the Polar Ice Caps have melted since the completion of "The Vast Shift". In 2032 the Earth's axis completely switched polarities and melted the glaciers. Most of what is the northern part of North America is at the North pole and under what is remaining of ice. The sun moved closer to the Earth and humans are unable to live above ground. They can soak up the suns energy and grow food in the shade, but if a living being were to step into the direct sun, they would receive major fourth-degree burns.
By Angela Gerber4 years ago in Fiction
Prince Particular
(Note: This fairytale is my attempt at showing support for the Neurodivergent community, and providing them with a fairytale retelling of their own. Modern terms like "Autistic" and "Autistic Spectrum" are not used here, but people familar with these conditions should be able to recognise and relate to the personality traits depicted in this story.)
By Fairy Tale Fanboy4 years ago in Fiction
"To Be or Not to Be"
Five eyes and six legs make you an insect, I whispered to the busy bee. “Two eyes and two legs make you an ape,” the bee replied and returned to her work.
By Patrick M. Ohana4 years ago in Fiction
The Glowing Mark
At the bright age of 12, Eliana had her life planned out. From graduating college, to starting a family. She had always been a planner and she was sure that the timeline she had mapped out for her life was going to go as smoothly as planned…until it didn’t.
By Samantha Lymburn4 years ago in Fiction
Snowfall
The scene laid out before her was one she could never get tired of. Cottages homes and storefronts on either side of her were blanketed in several inches of fresh, heavy snow. The little hamlet was deep into their winter season, the winter solstice just around the corner. The woman always regarded this as her favorite time of the year, without peer.
By Luke M. Curren4 years ago in Fiction
A Ship Story
The man was undeniably rotund. He filled the doorway. At first only his belly was visible but then the rest of him came into view as he entered the red room. In addition to being rotund he was, by some metrics, an undeniably evil man. Like all evil men he was named Cedric and he took great pleasure in this for some reason, despite being quite dumb.
By Richard Sanchez4 years ago in Fiction
Wading Out To A Vessel
That night, studying the dark waters of the lake that displayed only stars and the path to a crooked moon, I felt an emptiness that seemed to stem from the infinity of sky above, mirrored on the serene waters. I’d hoped they’d have a calming effect on me, but my head was in turmoil. A fool’s errand. That was the phrase that arrived in my mind. It was one my mother had used a lot, before she’d left.
By nathanael j4 years ago in Fiction
Choices at the End
Azza awoke in what was becoming her normal way, to a throat clogged with slime and the feeling of drowning. She instinctively panicked, her body spamming with deep, explosive coughs that tore at her throat and wrenched her stomach muscles. Tears streamed from her eyes, drawing paths through the dust and grit that clung to her skin. Ropes of grey mucous spilled from her cracked lips, staining the grit-strewn ground. She would have vomited if there was anything in her stomach.
By Heming Hopkins4 years ago in Fiction
The Snake in the Garden
It was as if Time stood still when the Princess and the Snake's paths crossed. The Princess had never seen a Snake in her garden before, and it felt as if there was something beckoning her to this beautiful creature. It was as if an invisible, unbreakable thread connected them throughout the cosmos, as if they were always destined to cross paths.
By The Art of Legion4 years ago in Fiction
Risen
Risen 1. The boy did not return to the oceanside in Valparaíso until after his father had died. There had been an accident that no one had seen coming. One day he was there, holding the family on the broad muscles of his back; the next his chest was crushed by a tractor.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet4 years ago in Fiction