Fable

The Firefly That Never Dies
Every summer, the people of Durgapur spoke of the never-dying firefly. Even in the heaviest downpours, it danced just above the paddy fields and glowed brighter than the moon. It was thought to be the spirit of a long-dead saint who looked after the land, blessed the crops, and punished those who broke the rules.
By Ahmed Rayhan8 months ago in Fiction
The Mouth of Hell
This is the next installment of The ShambElla Saga. I will be publishing one a day henceforth to complete the series. Table of Contents:
By C. Rommial Butler8 months ago in Fiction
The Bones of the Matter
This is the next installment in The ShambElla Saga. We've learned Colt's secret, and now the companions prepare for their journey into Hell.
By C. Rommial Butler8 months ago in Fiction
The Shadow Prince
Long ago, in the gilded kingdom of Valmere, there lived a prince who was as bold as he was curious. His name was Prince Elian Thorne, though few ever spoke it. He was known simply as the Prince-a title gilded in ceremony, yet hollowed by isolation.
By Emma Ade8 months ago in Fiction
A hidden door in a castle leads to a kingdom made of glass
The wind howled as twilight fell over Castle Edevane, its jagged towers looming over the cliffs like the bones of a sleeping giant. Few dared to step foot in the place, abandoned as it was for over three centuries. They said it was cursed, that the echoes of the past wandered the stone halls, searching for warmth and memory.
By Emma Ade8 months ago in Fiction
A Village Where People Age Backwards
In the remote highlands, far from highways and headlines, there stood a hidden place where time bent like the wind - Windell, a village not marked on any map. It was a quiet place, nestled among mist-covered mountains and fed by a glacial river so pure it shimmered silver at dusk.
By Emma Ade8 months ago in Fiction
The Baker Who Discovers Her Cakes Can Control People’s Dreams
In the heart of the sleepy town of Windmere stood a little bakery called Sugar & Spell, nestled between a forgotten antique shop and a florist who only sold white roses. Owned by an unassuming woman named Elira Bell, the shop had become a local favorite. Not just because her cakes were delicious, but because they made you feel… different.
By Emma Ade8 months ago in Fiction
The Man Comes Around
The second name on the list was David Armistice. His own name. - There was nothing remarkable about David Armistice. Except a gash beneath his left eye—a parting gift from some bar owner he brawled with.
By Paul Stewart8 months ago in Fiction
Doose's Last Performance, Part 3
This is the next installment in The ShambElla Saga, and the final installment of three about Doose's Last Performance. For my part, given an opportunity to comment on these events irrespective of the Narrator's snark, I'd like to point out that I understand the need for gentility and compassion, but I am often left to wonder: where's the compassion for those who must step in and do the right thing when everything goes wrong? Again, I ask: Who saves the sacrifice?
By C. Rommial Butler8 months ago in Fiction
"The Whispering Oak"
An ancient oak stands hollowed by time but steadfast in its posture in the middle of a ruined field. Lichen grows like velvet across its bark. A moth sleeps inside, its centuries-long dreams flecked with dust on its wings. Mice build their homes in the roots, weaving stories and dry leaves for warmth. Dandelion seeds float past like pale ghosts. The wind hums a hymn no human knows the words to anymore.
By AlaTrend8 months ago in Fiction
The Arctic Vault
The wind screamed across the barren wasteland of ice and rock as Ethan Kade stepped off the transport plane, boots sinking into permafrost. The pilot gave him a tight nod, then took off again without a word. No one wanted to linger near the Arctic Vault—not anymore.
By Esther Sun8 months ago in Fiction
The Secret to Life
The account I write is faithful and true that many will not believe, for I still cannot. It all started not very long ago. An ethereal figure, one who knew all, who came from the ether, told me the key to everything.
By Anna Boisvert8 months ago in Fiction