Fable

The King of Christmas
Old Nick was sitting at his desk looking over a section of the list his secretary had handed him. The rumor was he checked it twice. In reality he checked it far more often, and he had the final call. The price of being the boss.
By Matthew Donnellon4 years ago in Fiction
Green Thumb
All of his life, Merv had wanted to know what was going on. He rubbed his stubby freckled hand on a dirty glass pane of the glasshouse window as ferns coiled around him, glowing green in the hot sun. 'Benson's Gardeners' gathered outside on the posh mansions’ circular driveway. Dark as ogres they seemed, through the plant kingdom window as they waited for his presence. He took a deep breath, put his trowel and gloves down and stepped through the plants.
By C.A.H.4 years ago in Fiction
Gospel Beach
Once upon a time, on a beach not far away, a man went fishing. He had a simple rod and a carefully baited hook. His family needed food and he knew that, out in the water, was a school of fish. Most of the fish were of one family led by Father Fish and Mother Fish. Father Fish saw the bait in the water. It was his job to protect the school from strange things. He took the bait and began thrashing around in pain. Mother Fish looked on and became very unhappy. She wanted to help Father Fish. She wanted to keep the younger fish from seeing his pain. Father Fish was pulled out of the water and became a meal for a needy family.
By Isabel Storey4 years ago in Fiction
Twisted
He had just cleaned off from the long day that he had. And now all he wanted to do was go to bed. Or make love to a beautiful woman, that would top the cake. He would want to eat it too, the cake not her. Just to clarify. Although that would be nice as well. The last thing he had to eat was a snickers bar. The nougat and caramel went good together. But that is a different story.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
The Polecat Princess
There was a nation at a particular time in a particular place, unknown to most, which had a famously wise king. He was known for his careful, strategic way which won him many wars with hostile others; the people of the country loved and served him for many years, all in love with his genuine charisma and strength.
By Oscar Richard4 years ago in Fiction
Sable
Raven is the only way I could describe it. Or ebony; onyx. Black, even. Her coat was so dark it was often illuminated with blue hues by the sun. At night, her vibrant green eyes were all that would give her away; large enough to reflect the dim light of the moon, creating a beacon in the shadows.
By Mae H.4 years ago in Fiction
Winter Solstice
WE BETTER GET BACK BEFORE DARK “We better get back before dark, Pad.” Kittle’s voice was the only sound either of them had heard all through the quiet, cold day other than the background noise of snow falling, and their feet scrrching through it. Neither of them wanted to say it, but they knew they were in for a scolding, if not a beating, when they finally got home.
By Jonathan Blackbow4 years ago in Fiction
Shattered Queen
I stand outside my youngest sister's cell, my decision for her to live or die made. Our Queen may not like it, but that's why she created me. To decide.
By Jennifer Ogden4 years ago in Fiction
Red
Little Red Riding Hood cocked the hammer on her .38 special and took aim at the pretty splotch of crimson painted on Wolf’s chest.
By Patti Larsen4 years ago in Fiction
In search of a better metaphor
When I was a boy, I learned the tale of the Boy Who Cried Wolf. It served me as a lesson in the value of telling the truth.
By Marc Beam4 years ago in Fiction
McGreevy's Death
"So he yelled out to death, he leaned his head way back and cupped hands over his mouth and the noise started out right under his belly and rolled around gathering strength. The noise climbed slow, up and up, not holding back at all but rather building momentum and power until it blasted out of his throat nearly dragging his lungs out behind it in the sheer power of the expelled air. He said:
By David Bulley4 years ago in Fiction
Love Lost
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away there lived a witch. One day she was visited by a very, handsome, young prince, who was lost in her forest and looking for his princess. The witch invited him in to have a cup of tea and a snack, while she drew him a map and sent him on his way. As she watched him and drew the map to an enchanted cabin that she had at the edge of the forest, she fell more and more in love with this charming prince. She knew that he would never love her, but she wanted just 24 hours with him to try to get him to know the real person that she was instead of the witch that he saw. So she sent him to the other cabin with an apple and a wish for a safe journey to find all that he ever wanted. She watched him ride off with true love in her heart and a plan in her head. She drank a potion that made her into a beautiful princess, then waved her wand which landed her in her enchanted cabin. It was far enough into the woods, to make the prince think he was lost again, so he knocked on the door to ask directions. When she opened the door, his eyes got wide with amazement at the beauty before him. Instead of directions, he asked for a glass of water because he was so parched from such a long journey from his kingdom.
By T. K. Wilson4 years ago in Fiction