Fable

Scarlet
SCARLET The old man stared at his handwriting. Jasmine, my wife. Was scrawled in the box of October 23. She had passed exactly one year ago. Last year it was a Saturday. He recalled. The day she asked me the unthinkable
By Annaliese Path4 years ago in Fiction
The Seamstress and The Scissors
It was long ago, when forests stretched through plentiful valleys and the stars were knit through the night sky as if woven by Mother Nature herself, that a small house rested high on the cliffsides looking no bigger than the eye of a needle. It just so happened, that house belonged to a family of tailors including a young, but very talented seamstress named Maria.
By Jacqueline Curtsinger4 years ago in Fiction
Red Feathers
She stood, transfixed, looking up, machete in hand, trying to understand what she saw. Although she was just a young girl, Sacniete knew well how to handle a machete.
By PK Colleran4 years ago in Fiction
Multiple Personalities
Tracie was so excited when she opened the box. It was something that she always wanted. Although she did not know what it was yet. She was soon to find out. It looked like it might be something valuable. Or it might be trash. Let us find out together. It should be lot's of fun. Or maybe not. Who knows.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
The most beautiful thing you can ever think of 🎶
I have been skimming on the tip of the water’s edge since I was very young. Everyone warned me of this risky endeavor, yet I never listened.
By Melissa Ingoldsby4 years ago in Fiction
The Story of How Scarlet The Macaw Got Her Colors
Once upon a time, there was a bird called Scarlet the Macaw. She lived in the kingdom of Belize, where magic and mystery seeped into the very fabric of life.
By Eileen Glaister4 years ago in Fiction
Even Fairies Grieve
In a time long, long ago in a land where humankind was yet to explore the world. There was a forest nestled deep in the heart of a jungle. There was a gorge. Within that gorge, there was a sanctuary where all the animals of the woods lived together. The chasm was perfectly placed, which made it the perfect temperature year-round. The weather was also was excellent, year-round, with just enough water to quench all the thirsty trees and creatures. All the animals came together at times to get a drink.
By Jeff Johnson4 years ago in Fiction
Misfortune's Curse
Long ago, in the land of Plethora, there existed a headstone, a furniture showroom, a princess, and a salesman. Now you may find this a rather odd combination, however, it is only this combination that could create such a tale and impart such an important lesson. So, as we enter this story together do not be afraid, for a lesson learned from another is certainly a happy ending for someone, dear reader.
By Sara Splendore 4 years ago in Fiction
The Price I Pay
Dear Stranger, At times I wonder if I am lucky to be here and not out there. At times I wonder if the confinements of this cage is all I will ever see and I imagine what it may be like outside. To not feel the coldness of these bars and the suffocation of not being able to soar high into the sky and be free. I was born from an egg, although I’ve never met my parents. I was raised being hand fed from these strange beings that seem to always want to look at me.
By Victoria Gurnee4 years ago in Fiction
The Magic of love
Evira sat crossed-legged on the porch, squinting through the rays of sun beaming down on her. Her hands were curled around a glass filled to the brim with cold water, ice clanging against the sides. She titled her head back to feel the sun better, breathing deeply through her nose.
By Alexandra Maldonado4 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow Above
There were always things to be wary of in the lake, things that you hear about while young that cause varying degrees of fear. Out of them all, the one to be most afraid of was the shadow on the lake.
By Michael Lewis4 years ago in Fiction
Casino
Paul walked into the casino and he knew he shouldn't have, not now, not in this time of his life. It would be bad news for him and his relatives. And they would have something to say about it. Rest his soul. It gave him a headache just thinking about what would spew out of their mouths. He didn't know if it would be good or bad. With his family it would probably be bad. They always had something nice to say. Especially behind his back. Which wasn't very nice.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction