Fable
The Transcendent Shore
In decades past there has been recorded a great number of civilizations. These great peoples were lost to time and forgotten just as the inhuman peoples that came before them. It is in the nature of great things to eventually fall into disrepair and finally be forgotten by time. It is told that these lost peoples and the places in which they did reside are taken away to a land beyond an undiscovered shore in a distant land that holds no place in time or space.
By Cobe Wilson3 years ago in Fiction
Passing Through
Ireland is a nation of rich history and diverse peoples. They preserve their ancestry in their legends, myths, and faith. This will be a continuing story of a young woman's journey to the land of Fae. Taking place in the late fifteen hundreds, I wanted this tale to teeter on the brink of myth and reality. This is part one, and I'll update it every week with more.....
By Emily Marie Concannon3 years ago in Fiction
An Old Leaf, The Tree, And The Kid
A leaf twirls and falls to the ground. Spinning, swinging, revoluting. An old leaf, almost brown, trying hard to stay back amongst the lot many friends it has perched on the branch. But it's time. Time to leave. Time to amalgamate with mother earth. In its lap. Sleep. Peacefully. And await the rebirth again, next spring, atop one of those branches. Green, cheerful, happy. The cycle shall continue.
By somsubhra banerjee3 years ago in Fiction
The Scorpion and the Toad-tally Toxic Friendship
To my little rabbit, As I write this fable, you are 4 years old. You may have heard me read this to you before, perhaps with funny voices. Maybe you remember other versions of this fable too — there are so many! Little girls grow up so much faster than the stories they remember. You may not even like reading fables like this one when you are older. But I hope that someday — perhaps when you are as old as I am now — you will happen across this fable on your own. If part of me is still on this Earth (by then it will be 2064 — I may transfer my consciousness into a robot body — you never know), tell me what you think of it. I wrote it, especially for you. Your loving father, Mark Randall Havens Tuesday, November 29, 2022
By Mark Randall Havens3 years ago in Fiction
Jewel of the Classroom
“Hello, and welcome back. I hope you all read chapter four,” I said, greeting my criminology class. They nodded. “Alright, pop quiz. Who was Wise Guy? I know you already know the answer to this, Jesse, you can put your hand down. How about, Sarah,” I said. Jesse crossed his arms and smiled. He was the smartest student in the classroom, but also had the biggest attitude. I wanted to make sure the other students were learning, so I didn’t always have him answer.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Elude
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy, A-frame cabin. The entire drive up until this point had seemed like every other. But there was something deeply nostalgic about this place. The atmosphere was quite familiar to her, even though she was certain she had never been here before. The town was quaint. It almost resembled something you would see on a Hallmark movie during Christmas time. Suddenly she felt a strong desire to idle in one of the local coffee shops for hours. There was one that stood out from the rest. The neighboring shop windows were boastful of their trinkets, toys and holiday displays. “Elude” was painted in an beautiful, humble script just above the wooden doorframe. From the mere 10 seconds she had to take in everything from the comfort of the warm passenger seat, she noticed a young woman through the window of the shop. She was beautiful. She sat alone at a small table, book in hand, seemingly unbothered by the world around her.
By Katy Lockman3 years ago in Fiction
The Prince & The Warlock
The Prince & The Warlock Once upon a time there was a young 16-year-old prince named Ryuga of the kingdom of Zerapha. One day the prince was doing some training in order to become a knight. After months of tutelage. Ryuga’s master, Sir Ivan, assigned him to gather an eagle feather, a piece of quartz and a wolf pelt in order to complete his training and become a full fledged Knight of Zerapha. The eager prince wasted no time mounting his horse Silver and setting off on his quest to find the three items. Ryuga encountered a vicious Timberwolf bent on eating him and Silver while prowling through the woods. The prince fiercely fought off the animal with his sword and shield although he received a few claw marks on his knee and left arm. However, Ryuga slayed the powerful wolf with a strong slash to its heart, and skinned the beast’s grayish-white fur pelt. After gaining an Eagle feather from climbing the highest tree in the forest. Ryuga struggled to find the quartz that would complete his test until he found some men harshly beating a man tied to a tree. So tell us where you hid the vault keys, fool! Easy there mate this guy is unpredictable; isn't that right Voren? The tied-up man made a cocky smile and said, then you should know better than to do something stupid like this.
By Kylecovey Smith3 years ago in Fiction
