Fable
The Little Matchstick Girl
The little girl, pale, frail with dirty tresses of blonde hair, stood in the dark and the cold, selling matchsticks. They were all she had, aside from the rags on her back, from home. Not that the cottage where she once lived could ever be really called a home.
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Fiction
The Real Tale of the Woman Who Lived in a Shoe
Once there was an old woman who lived in a shoe, who had so many children she didn't know what to do. The fathers were nowhere to be seen, and as the oldest turned 18, he was no longer a boy and becoming a man. He had seen first hand the cruel and selfish nature of too many of his kind. His mother's insatiable lust and senseless need for companionship....the poverty caused by the King and the Queen and their covetness for all the wealth and crops in the land.
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Fiction
DELIVERING COOKIES TO MY GRANDMA * GONE WRONG* 🤳LIVE
🔴 LIVE NOW: 24-HR FOREST CHALLENGE (GONE WRONG?!) What’s up, Hoodlums? It’s your girl Blue here, and today, we’re doing something wild. I mean that literally. If you saw my last video, you know my grandma lives in the middle of nowherelike, no WiFi, no nothing kind of nowhere. So, I thought, why not turn this into content?
By didi’s bookmark12 months ago in Fiction
The Marionette's Father. Content Warning.
Late 1800s, France The candlelight flickered in the darkened workshop, casting shadows across the unfinished wooden puppets that hung lifelessly from their strings. The air was thick with the scent of sawdust and something fouler, something rotting beneath the fresh veneer of varnish. It had been two decades since the blue fairy granted Pinocchio his wish—to become a real boy—but time had not been kind to him.
By V-Ink Stories12 months ago in Fiction
A Valentine’s Day to Remember
The streets of New York were adorned with red and pink decorations, and the scent of fresh roses filled the air. Cafés buzzed with couples sharing soft laughter over candlelit dinners, and flower vendors were busy wrapping delicate bouquets for last-minute lovers. Among the crowd, Emma walked briskly, clutching a small wrapped gift in her hands. Her heart pounded as she rehearsed the words she wanted to say.
By Pranshu verma12 months ago in Fiction
