Fable
Fire and Ice Both Burn
1998 Only silence filled the drive home. The man clenched his jaw, eyes fixed on the road, but even the icy air from the open window couldn't clear the heavy fog in his chest. The woman stared down at the hospital band on her wrist. The empty car seat sat in the back, a silent and haunting weight. He had clicked off the radio the minute they had gotten into the car as if he was going to speak. He did not.
By Shelby Larsen4 years ago in Fiction
Part 4: Golinda's searches of the Pilgrim Soul
Kat had been seeing and hearing things again. Shapes appeared in the grains of wood, swirls of marble and shape of clouds. Pareidolia often happened when she felt her life force move through the general, intellectual, moral and cultural zeitgeist of an era. She felt a well of forces hit each other causing relativity storms. During this lifetime she had weathered many such storms, and knew that she needed to slow down to appreciate the source of the spirit.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
The Chase
She had been chasing the fox for three days now. She hadn’t meant to, in the beginning. Her only wish was to get a closer look. He had flashed past the corner of her eye, his fur rippling in bursts of scarlet and orange as he rolled through a patch of sunlight. She had never been so enchanted before as she was when watching that little fox scurry through the underbrush of her forest.
By Caitlin Mitchell4 years ago in Fiction
Woodrow Wordsworth
What are words worth? Are they more precious when they are spoken or when they are written down? Or is it truly the thought that precedes the words that is priceless and unique? Can you buy and sell them or are they just worthless noise that never truly gets understood? Words for thought I suppose... Today I recount the fable of the world's youngest ever guru. He lives in the imagination that is in each and every one of us but has been covered up as we grow up. It lies dormant in the recesses of our childhood mind just aching to be awakened by spontaneous thought and joy; Revisited in a flash of music or a long-forgotten toy.
By robert rowe4 years ago in Fiction
Tale of the Druid Queen
Professor McFarlane, considered by many in his field to be Britain’s foremost historian on the Roman occupation of Britain, had lost track of time. The supper he had heated up earlier in the microwave was now back to room temperature as it had been forgotten in the microwave for hours. His wife had long ago stopped texting him to find out when, or if he was coming home, and had given up on seeing him this evening. She never worried though; it wasn't uncommon for him to get caught up in his work and only realize the next morning when the cleaning crew arrived that he had been working all night.
By Henry Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Another One
Risking everything Pete the rabbit, scratched out of his hole. To face the morning light and dew. He knew what he had to do today and it wasn't going to be pretty. Nothing that Pete did ever was. "Just watch and see," he said to himself. "Wait until I tell them what happened and they will never ask me to do it again." That should teach them to say no to me.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
The Forbidden Garden
The tree of knowledge, a forbidden fruit, would be the dangerous sin but not the kind of sin you would think of. I stood before the great tree taking in it's strong stature and beauty. It was alluring, for you could almost hear the faint whispers of awaiting wisdom. Enough to make you want more, I licked my lips with anticipation.
By Daniell Frovarp4 years ago in Fiction
Fire Maiden
Part 2 Rafig paused to add more wood to the fire, and for a moment I gazed up at the stars. Lady Moon was still bright, and around her sparked the familiar constellations – Coney Night Caller, Shadad the Hunter, the Wide-Eared Fox. The glow of the fire created a magical island of light in the darkness, and, just beyond its perimeter, the camels grunted and chewed.
By Michael Asher4 years ago in Fiction
