Fable

Foggy Waters
I am depleted. I need to escape the constant drone of the city where my senses no longer recognize the pervasive audible buzz of noise. A walk in Elora usually helps me clear my head.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
The Rainbow Bird
Brazil, one of the most beautiful places to live. Amazing food, an active night scene and woman built from pure imagination. It’s everything a young aspiring farmer could want, but for every joy there is also a misery. Brazil boasts one of the highest homicide rates in the world and is currently ranked ninth for overall crime rate. It also hosts some of the deadliest animals in the world including anaconda’s jaguars, bull sharks and Brazilian wandering spiders. However, these aren’t the main attraction in Brazil. The bigger draw starts at tourists that bring in fourteen thousand USD yearly and ends with illegal smugglers bringing in a couple thousand and even up to half a million a year. The macaw.
By Tetrenius4 years ago in Fiction
Why The Cock Has No Teeth
Once upon a time, Mr. Cock and Mr. Rat were great friends. They jointly cultivated a farm and planted lots of groundnuts (peanuts). They did all the farm work together and during the harvesting season, they both went to their farm, harvested some of the groundnuts, and took them home.
By Ngenwuthe4 years ago in Fiction
Word Smoke
She had always heard of book burnings. Extravagant attempts to control the narrative, setting fire to ideas, the small-minded never realizing that the resulting smoke just spread the ideas far and wide.
By Amanda Perry4 years ago in Fiction
Discussions With Arthur
I remember my discussions with Arthur started on a Thursday. I remember that he would always smile as I approached, the sun setting behind him, his fingers blackened with wet soil. I remember the soft smell of turned earth mixed with warm heat. It can’t always have been warm but that is what I remember. I remember the lilt of his voice, the timbre of his chuckle, and the staccato of his dismissals.
By Diana McLaren4 years ago in Fiction
The Last Macaw
Most are familiar with the American Dream. It is the ultimate goal for many to achieve. What is the American Dream really? The answer differs depending on who you ask, but the idea of it is all the same: freedom from/of something. Lorenzo had his own version of the American Dream and he yearned for it more than ever. He loved his native land of Belize, but his home was changing and it was hardly loving him back. At the age of 28, Lorenzo had experienced immense loss and it all started six months ago. Change had begun before then, but it did not directly affect Lorenzo and his family up until then. Now that months have passed since his great loss, he was ready to move on. That is what Angeli would have wanted; that is what they would have done if she was still around.
By Christina DeFeo4 years ago in Fiction
Ariadne
“You’ll have to take me with you.” A shadow of a grimace passed over Theseus’ face. Then as quickly as it came - son of a God as he were - it was schooled into a heroes’ grin. Bright, as if he had been expecting my request all along.
By Lauren Entwistle4 years ago in Fiction
An Absence of Colour
Jayden moved his pencil back and forth across the face of his colouring book as he lay belly-down on the living room floor. His face was a depiction of pure concentration. Not even the loud car horns which emanated from the busy traffic on the streets below the apartment could stir him from his trance. Laya watched curiously from her position on the old vintage couch, her laptop had sent itself to sleep due to lack of use, and the barely started essay for her psychology course had been long-since forgotten.
By J. R. Lowe4 years ago in Fiction
The Poppy and the Rose
The Poppy and the Rose Two flowers stood at the edge of Loch Ness in the Scottish countryside overlooking the water on a bright sunny day. Sunlight reflected off the glassy surface as the waves churned in the wind. A storm was brewing in the sky behind them, and the humidity was rising off the charts along with the sun. The one on the right was a poppy, the one on the left was a red, red rose.
By Kimberley S. Klein4 years ago in Fiction
The Unloved Daughter
WARNING READER DISCRETION ADVISED: Abuse and neglect contained in this chapter. ~Nyx~ Once in my fake room I took a deep breath and fell back on the bed. However that relief I felt didn't last long, the door opened to reveal my furious father. I sat up, knowing I was in for it this time.
By Daniell Frovarp4 years ago in Fiction
Creation
There are many tales about how the world came to be, but no one knows the truth. We are sure that the only creatures here at that point were the dragons, but no one is quite sure how they came to be either. As the stories tell it, they emerged from nothing, fully formed, much like the world itself. There were four of them here at the beginning; Fyre, Watyre, Aiyre, and Erthe, and this is their part in the tale.
By Justin Elliott4 years ago in Fiction
The Sage Who Loved With His Life
This delightful love story of the sage Ruru and his wife Pramadvara is described in the Pauloma Parva of the Mahabharata. It's the story of how Ruru loved Pramadvara, quite literally, with his life.
By Parag4 years ago in Fiction