Fable
The Whispering Crown
Alright, let me take a swing at it— So, Eldoria—picture a kingdom that probably looks like it was snatched right outta some old storybook, all rolling hills and rivers that actually glitter in the sunlight. Sounds peaceful, right? Well, it kinda was, at least until Princess Lyra got involved. Lyra wasn’t your cliché royal, trust me. Forget ballgowns and tiaras—she'd rather be elbows deep in wildflowers (probably got dirt under her fingernails most days), weaving between trees like she belonged out there more than in a marble hall.
By Cotheeka Srijon9 months ago in Fiction
The Thirsty Crow
Once upon a time, in a small village surrounded by green fields and dense forests, there lived a clever little crow. His feathers were glossy black, and his eyes shone like tiny beads. He was known throughout the village for his wit and intelligence. While other birds would often act foolishly or get into trouble, this crow always managed to find a way out of tricky situations.
By Muhammad Naeem9 months ago in Fiction
They Gave Me Hormones by Mistake — Until Then, It Was Just a Job
When Jason Vine first came face to face with Brigid Ardell it was a strange and unsettling experience. It was not least because of how the meeting had been arranged. He was doing amateur night at the drag club, encouraged by his roommate Darryl, an avid cross-dresser, and supported by his girlfriend Katie. It was she who suggested that he dress as a secretary and play a typing pool sketch to Dolly Parton's "9 to 5" wearing office clothes and understated makeup. Darryl would have preferred something more flamboyant. But it was well received, in particular by the man who approached Jason afterwards and asked to take his photograph in costume.
By Lena Jhonson9 months ago in Fiction
Of Chaos and Consequence. Top Story - May 2025.
Consequences, mapped, spread, and stretched across the chaos they so deftly served in their given time, are ordered by unseen forces. We grasp at straws to find reason and rhyme, some semblance of "the why" when the seemingly random shatters our steady ground.
By Paul Stewart9 months ago in Fiction
The Monkey and the Man
A long time ago, in a quiet village near a big forest, lived a friendly monkey named Kiki. Kiki was different from the other monkeys. While most monkeys stayed in the forest and were afraid of people, Kiki loved humans. He liked watching them talk, play, cook, and work. He found their world interesting and fun.
By Imran Khan9 months ago in Fiction
The Guardian of the Mist: A Fantasy Tale
In the heart of the Mistveil Mountains, where fog clung to the peaks like a lover’s embrace, stood the ancient Tower of Lyr. Its spire pierced the clouds, a relic of a forgotten age when sorcerers bound the stars to their will. The tower was said to house the Orb of Eternity, a crystal that could bend time itself. But none dared approach, for the Guardian of the Mist—a spectral dragon woven from moonlight and shadow—devoured all who trespassed.
By talecrafter9 months ago in Fiction
Wondering Woods
The Wondering Woods is a place of dark, whimsical magic. Do you want to know why it’s called the Wondering Woods? It’s been given that name because not only do the souls of the lost travelers endlessly wander through the tall trees and lush grasses, but also. It’s because the woods themselves move. They never stay in the same place, wandering around the world collecting souls. It is said that the woods are searching for a certain soul to free them all from a wicked curse—a curse of what I do not know. The story changes every time it is told. To some, the forest is dying and needs a new tree of life that can only be created by a pure soul. Others say it's looking like it's lost Queen or King. But the one I believe is that an ancient fae prince was cursed to wander these woods never to find his mate. But as time passed, the forest began to wander with him. And now the forest collects souls.
By Amber Zajec9 months ago in Fiction
