Fable

The Road Beyond the Trees
It was the color that first caught my eye—an electric red that stood out like a heartbeat amidst the lush canopy of green. The classic Mustang seemed oddly placed in the middle of a winding forest road, its hood glistening in the dappled sunlight. I remember how the light filtered through the leaves, dancing on polished metal, breathing life into something that was otherwise perfectly still.
By Alpha Cortex10 months ago in Fiction
Gastien and the Golden Wine
Gastien held a single grape in his fingers, looking down at it with curiosity. He had never seen anything like it before. It wasn’t dark and purple, nor was it light and green. It looked golden, and almost transparent. Like a glass marble, filled with amber juice.
By Paul Plett10 months ago in Fiction
The Chair by the Red Door. AI-Generated.
There it stood, as if it had always been there, existing beyond anyone’s recollection of when it first appeared. The wooden chair, sturdy yet visibly worn, sat quietly outside the crimson-red door at the far end of Olive Street. Some townspeople may have remarked on it in casual conversation—perhaps a place to briefly rest a heavy grocery bag or to flip through the pages of an old magazine. But, in truth, few truly saw it; few truly noticed.
By Alpha Cortex10 months ago in Fiction
The letters
In the quiet suburban neighborhood of Maplewood, life seemed perfect. Lush green lawns, friendly neighbors, and children playing in the streets painted a picture of tranquility. But as the sun dipped below the horizon, a chilling darkness crept in, bringing with it an unsettling mystery that would change everything.
By Jayden Church10 months ago in Fiction
Self-Defeating Victory
Once upon a time, a benevolent king ruled over a peaceful kingdom. In the way of many kings, he had an uncle who had out-lived his brother, the previous king, and after his first wife had died of a mysterious illness, he had married again, to a very beautiful woman who was kind to his children and as beautiful as a sunrise.
By Natasja Rose10 months ago in Fiction
THE AI APOCALYPSE
The AI takeover isn’t science fiction anymore—it’s happening right under our noses! While we’ve been distracted by celebrity gossip and social media drama, artificial intelligence has been quietly infiltrating every corner of human civilization.
By Ahad Qazi10 months ago in Fiction
The immune War. AI-Generated.
Every second of my existence, an unseen battle rages. Billions of microscopic invaders—bacteria, viruses, and fungi—constantly try to claim my body as their own. But I am not defenseless. My body has built an extraordinary army, a legion of cells and proteins with specialized roles: warriors, scouts, messengers, and engineers, all working in harmony to protect me from annihilation.
By FAVOURFRANCIS OFILI11 months ago in Fiction
Jealous person
When you meet a ''jealous person'', remember these 10 things ..!! 1. Remember that.. He's jealous, because he wants to have.. ''A life like you''
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Fiction
Love, Please Return
Love, Please Return Sometimes, love is about longing, suffering, and hope that will not give up. It is not always about happy endings. This is the real-life story of Rohan and Aisha, two souls who loved deeply but lost their way, only to realize that some hearts are meant to beat together, no matter how far they drift apart.
By Afia Sikder11 months ago in Fiction
Constant Care and Jealousy
Love was love, even after marriages...! He was a decade older than I was. But I took care of him. Although he performed the role of a protector and earner as usual, I also focused on the job I was doing when I was unmarried, and even after I was promoted as a wife, I took on his responsibilities on my own shoulders.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Fiction
The Key
“Oh Veronica” Marcy sighed. Her adventurous orange tabby had done it again, another broken plant to clean up and re-pot. “This is the third one this month Hun. Why must you do this?” The plant had been an estate sale find a couple years ago. A very old lady had passed, and her family was selling off most of her things. Marcy remembered feeling drawn to that plant and would have paid whatever they asked. They asked five dollars; she brought it home and set it in her living room window. It had bloomed a few times since, and was pretty, but she had no idea why she’d felt so drawn to it. Now it lie on the floor, surrounded by scattered dirt and pieces of broken pot. “Well, better clean it up I guess.” She headed to the spot with a broom, an empty plant pot and a trash can. Picking up the disheveled plant she heard a metallic clink. Looking down she saw the most beautiful key she’d ever seen. It looked very old, covered in gems and set in a combination of gold and silver. Amazed she picked it up and set it on the windowsill. With the repotting and clean up complete, she took a shower and went to bed, forgetting about the key. That night she had strange dreams of jeweled flowers with precious metal stems. In the morning, she woke feeling refreshed and alert, as though the flowers in her dream had revitalized her in some way. She made her morning tea and went to sit in the living room, that’s when she saw it. The plant she’d repotted the night before, which had always seemed pretty average, had transformed. Not only had it doubled in size, but it now seemed to shimmer all over in a metallic, glittery way that was very unusual. At its top, was a massive flower, that to her still sleepy eyes looked to be formed of colored crystals. As she marveled at it, wondering if she’d ever woken up or was still dreaming, she noticed the center of the blossom and what looked very much like a keyhole. “Veronica looks like you’ve finally driven me mad. I kept saying it would happen one day.” Veronica just purred and rubbed her leg, not seeming to care. Suddenly she remembered the key she’d found. It was still on the windowsill, right where she’d left it. She picked it up and nervously inserted it into the lock. It fit perfectly, taking a deep breath, she turned the key. Music, as if a symphony of harps and windchimes was playing Vivaldi. The flower opened, and opened, as the music got louder. The light in the room was changing, as the flower’s opening grew large as a doorway. Within, she saw golden, jeweled flowers, and the most amazing sky. “Well, miss Veronica, you like adventure. What do you say?” “Meow” With that, she picked up Veronica and her tea and gently stepped inside.
By Molimo11 months ago in Fiction
That last letter
That last letter The same familiar streets of the city, the same old buildings, the same fragrant winter evenings… but this time everything had changed. The light drizzle and cold wind had wrapped the whole city in a blanket of sadness. This same city was once a witness to the love story of Anirudh and Sanjana.
By Jai Singh11 months ago in Fiction