Fable
Batfish
Singing batfish and cockatoos have more in common than most people think. The trick is to ignore the batfish’s reptilian dorsal fin (along with those claws, which, frankly, could gut a grizzly from snout to tail with a sneeze), and simply focus on the notes.
By Julie Tuovi5 years ago in Fiction
Captain Comet
Nathan was a sharp-eyed child and his keen eyes allowed him to see the greatest of details no matter how big or how small. Capable of counting marching ants on an ant hill or viewing the moonlit craters in the night, Nathan considered this his one superpower.
By Michael A Mendoza5 years ago in Fiction
Oh Deer
Oh Deer The deer of Three Meadows were quite proud of their neighborhood. It was a single entrance, single exit neighborhood with three cul-de-sacs. This made it very safe for the fawns since fewer cars and slower speeds translated into fewer collisions which meant fewer injuries and fewer deaths for the deer herd. In real terms, the Three Meadows herd could boast that in the 50 years since the first houses encroached on their territory, there had been no collisions of cars and deer. Not so, however, on the through streets just outside the neighborhood where several fatal deer fatalities occurred every year.
By Cleve Taylor 5 years ago in Fiction
The Shrimp and the Star
The Beginning. There were those known as the Awoken. Great bodies of light which filled sky and shone through the darkness, whether or not they touched anything else. Although the Awoken almost always did. There is no sure way of knowing how many there are in existence, however three were counted at the beginning of time and three still remain. Guardians against the darkness in this universe, stars of the night, pullers of the moon.
By Nickolas Causey5 years ago in Fiction
So, She Wandered off the Path
Once upon a time, there was a little girl that everyone called Little Red. She was incredibly sweet, but had a tendency to wander off without permission. Her mother asked her to take a basket of sweets to her grandmother who lived deep in the woods. Little Red excitedly agreed, but her mother warned her to stay on the path and to not wander off as a wolf had been seen in the forest. Little Red agreed and hurried off on her journey.
By Mycheille Norvell5 years ago in Fiction
The Princess and the Riddles
One of my favorite stories when I was a kid is one I can't remember the name of or the author. But, I remember the feeling it gave me and I remember a portion of it. It was a book I frequently checked out at my library in my grade school. It was one I truly wish I could find today.
By Amber Smith5 years ago in Fiction
Bedtime Story
Julie yawned into her pillow and smacked her lips. Her eyes flickered under her eyelids. Dreamland opened to her. It was a place of puffy purple parting clouds and silver streaking stars. Dreamland was her canvas where her imagination could paint and play. In Dreamland magical ballet slippers made gold dust when clicked together. In Dreamland she fought pirate trolls and gloomy giants with golden swords. She always won in dreamland and made her enemies cry bitter tears and weep for forgiveness as they groveled to her on their knees.
By Cameron Glenn5 years ago in Fiction
Spit & The River
He started by saying that the fastest way to die is to worry about things that have already happened. The old man spoke through wrinkled lips. I licked the rum off of my own and begged him to continue. He looked at me once and then sighed reluctantly. The story, he said, began small.
By Jess Sambuco5 years ago in Fiction
