Fable

The Feline Knight
The Chronicles of Sir Whiskers: The Feline Knight In the quaint village of Purrington, nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, there lived a cat unlike any other. Sir Whiskers, as he was affectionately known, was not your typical feline. While most cats spent their days lounging in sunny spots and chasing after elusive red dots, Sir Whiskers had a penchant for adventure and a flair for the dramatic.
By ziad alsed11 months ago in Fiction
The Shoemaker And The Elf
The Elves and The Shoemaker Crystal and Mimi Cherry Merry’s Story Shoemakers have been around since the early 1600s. A welcome and useful skill of the time. Now shoes are massed produced and have lost a little originality.
By LiciaEmber11 months ago in Fiction
The Pulse of Time: PART IV
The path before Elara wove and changed, as if strings of reality themselves were snapping at random. Every step folded, warped, and collapsed time back in upon itself, an endless ripple that distorted their environment into something luridly beautiful. The Echo Realms lived in a form that did not compute, reconciling lost memory and unseen possibility. And as Elara journeyed on, she felt it—a palpable tug, leading her deeper into the very heart of the world, into the deepest reaches of a destiny she could not escape.
By Subha11 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of a Forgotten Self
Ethan stopped dead in front of the slightly open door. His breath hitched. The apartment, bathed in semi-darkness, felt frozen in silent anticipation. He took a step, the floor creaked under his weight.
By Alain SUPPINI11 months ago in Fiction
Johnny's Drive Home
Johnny’s Drive Home Johnny was always being told that he was too anal and he did not know how to react to that. These were the thoughts in Johnny’s head as he was driving home on a Friday night.
By Louise Plant11 months ago in Fiction
The World According to Moishe
Vel’, as one of your great American v’riter’s once said, if you really v’ant to hear about it, I v’ll tell you. Cum, cum, sit, sit…here, take this chair make yourself comFORT’able. Now, My name is Moishe and I own dis little dry cleaning store. I know it never would’ve bean possible without living in this great con’tery, the United States of America! I consider myself a fortunate man to have come vere many years ago and start a new life. I escaped that madman Hitler v’hen he v’anted to kill all the Jus. P’tui, I spit on his grave, wherever it is.
By Larry hart11 months ago in Fiction
PART 3: Whispers Through the Fractured Realms
The pulse of Elara's heart swelled with destiny's burden as she and friends ventured deeper into the crevices of the Echo Realms. Space itself and time seemed to protest under the dissonance of discord surrounding them, as though the fabric of existence itself was tearing apart at its seams. But even as confusing as it was, something within Elara burned brighter — a fire of determination that had been lit long ago, when she first touched the Crystal Stardust and felt the stirring of power running through her very blood.
By Subha11 months ago in Fiction
Silent Symphony
In the heart of the city stood a grand opera house, its history as old as the city itself. The building, with its towering marble columns and gilded accents, was known for its opulent performances and world-class music. But there was one performance that no one had ever seen—the Silent Symphony.
By SHAKIB11 months ago in Fiction
Forgotten
In the small town of Everwood, there was a garden that no one spoke about. It sat behind the old, crumbling estate of the Galloway family, overgrown with vines and thick hedges. The mansion had been abandoned for decades, but the garden remained a mystery. Its gates, rusted and barely hanging on their hinges, were a symbol of something lost—a secret kept hidden for years.
By SHAKIB11 months ago in Fiction
Turning Point
The Great Migration stands as one of the most significant demographic movements in American history. Between 1916 and 1970, over six million African Americans left the rural South to seek better opportunities in the North and West. The reasons behind this massive migration were deeply rooted in the struggles faced by Black communities in the South, but the consequences reshaped the social and political fabric of the United States in profound ways.
By SHAKIB11 months ago in Fiction
Sopfünuo– The Mother Who turned to Stone
In a time when villages thrived on war and alliances, there lived a maiden named Sopfünuo, daughter of a great chief. She was the jewel of her people—fair, with long, silky black hair that flowed past her waist, and eyes that held the warmth of the hearth. Her beauty was matched only by her kindness, and many young warriors longed to win her hand.
By Aku Kapfo11 months ago in Fiction
The Seed that Started a Village
In the winding heart of the great forest, Potsa and his wife, Lisha, pressed on, their weary feet sinking into the damp earth. The towering trees hummed softly as the breeze danced around them, their leaves swaying like unseen spirits watching over the travelers. The couple had ventured deep into the wild in search of a new home, carrying nothing but their resolve, a few belongings, and a pouch of precious rice seeds in a pouch fashioned with sheep bladder. With every step, hunger gnawed at their bellies, and exhaustion clung to their beings, but they pressed on—driven by hope, by the need to survive.
By Aku Kapfo11 months ago in Fiction