Fable

The Giant Bull and the Farmer's daughter
Once upon a time, between the land of the Persians and the land of the Arabs, lived a giant bull named Rostum. It is said that this fantastic beast was born before time existed and would live forever, for no man could kill him. Legend had it that the giant bull had magic powers and one glance from him would return any man to his mother’s womb, so no one dared to enter his domain. It was known to all as the ‘Forbidden Zone’.
By Asiya4 years ago in Fiction
Fire
Now, do you know the most important discovery of humankind? It is fire. Fire has always been the most important discovery to humanity. Do you know where the fire came from? I certainly do, now come close and listen well.
By Christian Roberts4 years ago in Fiction
An Innocent Abomination
The king Minos hated the child because he was just that. A child. He had been born an atrocity. The body of a newborn babe with the head of a calf, soft brown that tapered down his shoulders and covered his body and a tail that swished curiously as the child explored the palace.
By Trinnity Sistrunk4 years ago in Fiction
Facundo & The Oasis
How deep does the earth go? What kind of flight does the bird take when it’s alone? How long is a ladder? How far is the ocean? Who knows who spoke first?
By Kris Platt4 years ago in Fiction
That's Bull sh*t
“PREPOSTEROUS!” She yelled. “There’s no way that story is anywhere near true. Those two legged monsters lie so much. I don’t know what to believe anymore. You remember what they said about the fighting, right? Those are battles we could have easily won, except for the important details they left out about the swords! Eefing red capes! You believe that human sh*t?! Oh, poor Rico. Ay dios mio,” as she made the sign of the cross.
By Danya White4 years ago in Fiction
Rise of the Meek
The bull was unhappy. The grass was drying up and all of his mates were taken away from him. The pools and puddles that had once sustained him were empty, the air was hot and heavy and the sky shone with glaring discomfort and not a single shade bearing cloud to shield him. The trees were denuded, and their skeletal branches provided no relief. He circled his range, his hooves kicking up dust along a track well worn. He was alone. And yet he abided.
By Brian Gracey4 years ago in Fiction
The Window
“Never open the window.” That was the first thing I was told as soon as I walked into the bedroom. My new bedroom, my new home. It was a hotel, but still. It had been years since I was last here, but it was still one of my favorite places to go when life took a downturn. And it did. I lost my job, a job I worked at for three years, and what do you know when you lose your job? You book a flight and spend a week at one of your favorite hotels.
By Mesuur Iorkighir4 years ago in Fiction
Legend, Myth or Dare
The lake had been frozen for years or certainly as far back as I could remember. I had lived in the area from birth and I didn't remember a time when the lake had thawed. It was the ideal way to start a legend or myth and I smiled as I recalled the local legend stretching back years.
By Annette Friar4 years ago in Fiction
Material Boy
I once heard the story of a young man who wished to join a closed religious order. He was instructed by the Father Abbot to spend some time in solitude, living an aesthetic life, so as to be sure of his vocation.
By Tristan Stone4 years ago in Fiction
An Audience with the Beast
The peak of twilight was the hour of mischief for little Enna and Joseph, and though this was not their first night of misdeeds, none before had been so perilous. Crouching, they weaved with the clumsy feet of children through the wheat field. The boy was a head taller than Enna, though her heart was bold, and she led him through as swiftly as she could. Silently as they tried, the dogs’ barks grew more fearsome, and the gold of the setting sun highlighted every frightened wrinkle of the boy’s gaunt face.
By Edward M Vera4 years ago in Fiction
Elsewhere
I want to preface this by telling you no I don’t have any proof that this is true, or real... or however you want to put it. If you don’t believe me, I don't blame you.
By Megan Fowler4 years ago in Fiction
Catharsis
Amador had thrashed up until the moment the tranquillizers grabbed him and dragged him down into darkness. His eyes were vicious brown, his mouth frothing white, his broad black shoulders lathered full up in sweat.
By Adeleine Grubb4 years ago in Fiction