Fable

The Lie That Cost Everything
Boredom is a dangerous thing—especially when you’re young and craving attention. A young boy in a quiet village spent each day watching sheep on a grassy hill. It was peaceful work, but dull. No one to talk to, nothing exciting ever happened. The sheep just ate, wandered, and occasionally made noise. Every day looked the same.
By Noor 8 months ago in Fiction
The Lion and the Wol
Deep within the heart of an ancient forest, there lived a mighty lion named Leo the Bold. He was feared and respected by all creatures, not only for his incredible strength but also for his roaring ego. Leo had ruled the forest for years, and no one dared challenge his authority.
By Junior Abdul8 months ago in Fiction
The King Of Morning And The Queen Of Day
The King of Morning has been here forever, and he creates each dawn as he puts the moon and the stars to bed and wakes up the sun, preparing everything for his love, the Queen Of Day.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Fiction
The Day Kindness Paid for Coffee
It Began with Rain and a Stranger The sky wept softly that morning — a silver curtain of rain falling over the quiet city.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh8 months ago in Fiction
The Best Goodbye I Never Said
The Best Goodbye I Never Said The last time I saw my father, we didn’t speak. Not because we were angry. Not because we had nothing to say.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh8 months ago in Fiction
The Last War We Almost Fought
The Last War We Almost Fought My grandfather used to tell me stories about war. He fought in one. Lost friends in another. And spent the rest of his life hoping we’d never see another one again.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh8 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Sold Regrets
The Man Who Sold Regrets by (Mukhlis safi) In a cramped corner of the old bazaar, nestled between a spice seller and a cobbler who never smiled, was a stall so plain most walked past without noticing it. Its banner, dusty and frayed, read only:
By NASRULLAH MUKHLIS8 months ago in Fiction
The Last Phone Call
The Last Phone Call Some calls aren't meant to be answered. By Darwesh The phone rang at 1:47 a.m.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh8 months ago in Fiction
Secret Admirer
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The blush turns orange and pink. It seeps into my very soul, where I feel I am sinking. Sinking and falling.
By Melissa Ingoldsby8 months ago in Fiction
Living In The Past
He was famous a long time ago, and very successful, but now he is nothing, he lives like a hermit, never speaks to anybody, and must have a miserable life.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Fiction
A Promise in Ash
Before dawn, beneath a sky heavy with unshed stars, the Night Market held its breath. Lanterns swayed like flickering souls caught in a restless wind. Shadows leaned close, whispering secrets that time had forgotten. And in the heart of this ancient, bleeding place, the Mender moved—a figure woven from sorrow and quiet resolve, his cloak trailing faint echoes of prayers long spent.
By Paper Lantern8 months ago in Fiction
What You Are Willing to Lose
The night my village burned, I didn't cry. I didn't scream. I walked. The air reeked of roasted flesh and old milk. My mother had braided a ribbon into my hair the day before, red and yellow like a harvest sunrise. I remember it because the ends were still tied when I stood at the edge of the ash heap that used to be our home.
By Paper Lantern8 months ago in Fiction