Fable

An Empty Box of Heaven
Doomsday doesn’t usually show up wrapped in brown paper, Astrid thought. Does it? She wasn’t sure how doomsday got around these days, but she figured it would want something a bit more flashy than a box in brown wrapping paper, tied up with twine. Honestly, who wraps packages like that anymore? She was certain the post office and other carriers would consider that undeliverable. Get all caught up in their machines, right? Nevertheless, there was a package on her tiny front porch, centered precisely between the wrought iron railings, her front door, and the first step.
By Robert John Jenson4 years ago in Fiction
The Heartless Farmer
The old barn sat a little way from a rundown farmhouse, where the farmer lived alone. Once upon a time, the farmer had been a happy man. The townsfolk had frequented his store for his fine produce, and he and his wife were welcomed and elevated at social gatherings the year round.
By J B Swift4 years ago in Fiction
A Slice of Life
“Yo, what’s in the box?” Jewels yelled in his best Brad Pitt impression. The group snickered as the lady looked up at them from behind thick sunglasses, lowering her journal slightly. Jewels ducked down to not-so-effectively hide. Yasmin took over the jeering.
By Ethan J Bearden4 years ago in Fiction
The Third Young Hog
Mom told us it was time to move on. “You are grown now, becoming young hogs” I told her that I was ready. She wanted me to watch after my brothers
By Hanan Farag4 years ago in Fiction
Brahman Prarie
BRAHMAN PRARIE It was the summer of 1958, and I was 8 years old. I loved all of the animals on the farm but my favorite by far was Judah. He was born in the miracle barn. He was a brahman bull and the cutest one I had ever seen. His head was white as pure as snow and faded to silver on his neck and black near his hump. He had silver and white the rest of his body, but in a black patch near his hip was a white cross. We stayed in the barn as he was born to make sure everything was ok, but your grandma and grandpa went in for the night. I stayed out with my lantern and just sat there with momma and Judah. I leaned against him as he layed down and momma watched over us both.
By Levi dotson4 years ago in Fiction
She Floats
She floated on the wooden boat. Rags torn from garments plugged the holes that threatened to take her under. The sky was peach, and the mist made it look fuzzy. But it was not sweet and juicy. On an island in the near distance, was the barn. It sat on its own little island, ostentatiously, lording over the rocks and the murky waters. It could have been a castle had it been made of stone. Instead, the wooden boards pulled down on themselves, as if trying to wrestle the support beams to the ground. The pride of the whitewashed edifice was what stood out as regal. It wouldn’t let itself fall. It would stand for a thousand more years.
By Lacie Perry4 years ago in Fiction
Roman Folly
Roman put down his pipe. He staggered to his feet and stared at the hazy room. He did not remember moving the couch against the window. Nor did he remember an incense holder perched precipitously on the window sill. "You have to cut back," Roman told himself. As he stared at his unfamiliar living room, it was clear he had been having too good of a time.
By Jacob C Sadler4 years ago in Fiction
Equilibrius Hounds
Borealis was a Shepherd-Boxer-Rottie who did what she wanted. You might've got suckered into thinking she was happy to see you, with her flirty eyes and that tail all thwackathwumber. You may could even get her to lick you like a content loyal fur-friend would do. But don't doubt me, she has beads on the end game always:
By Todd Thurman4 years ago in Fiction
Family Dinner
There was a man who had three sons, the youngest of whom was called Dummling, and was despised, mocked, and sneered at on every occasion. "The Golden Goose", as told by the Brothers Grimm.
By Colleen Borst4 years ago in Fiction
The Goblin's Eyes
The goblin had her mother’s eyes, as was common. She also had her grandmother’s and her great-grandmother’s. She kept them in a bag tied to her belt. When her daughter was old enough, she would get the bag along with this goblin’s eyes. It was the tradition.
By Sorcha Monk 4 years ago in Fiction
A Choco-rella Story
BEFORE THE PARTY 'You nincompoops, ungrateful, good for nothing, idiots,' screamed the stepmom - Kamini. She raged, her nostrils flaring, 'the birthday party is in a few hours. The Prince will select his bride at midnight, and you both haven't started baking our speciality dessert - Chocolate Cakes. What will happen to this household if I wasn't around!' Kamini glared at the Cook and Arya, her step-daughter, who knew better than to respond with anything except downcast, pitiful looks.
By Anu Sundaram4 years ago in Fiction
The Bilowea Fable
Once there was an Elk and a Giraffe who lived in separate, but equally beautiful, parts of an imaginary paradise called Matoomba. Elk, a graceful creature, lived on one side of the desert near a beautiful jade lagoon and the Giraffe, who was tall and strong of heart, lived on the other side of the desert where the trees were tall and filled with ripe and luscious fruit. Between Elk and Giraffe lay the coursing red-hot desert sands of the Matoomba desert - the stay of all creatures' dreams.
By Paula-Maree Cavenett4 years ago in Fiction