Fable

John from the Office
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. It was just my dog and I. I had to get away from my co-workers.
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 95
Right when it looked like my drill was going to land a direct blow. Avion activated his power . A large piece of earth in the shape of a rectangle or square came shooting out of the ground and went up high enough to be able to block the drills attack . Avion then kept going up until the dragons let go of his arms. Then me and Visceroy could feel the ground shaking underneath our feet . Visceroy yelled , " run ! His power can reach this far !" We then took off running gaining more distance from his magical stone attacks . As we ran Avion kept raising the earth trying to send us launching into the air.
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
THE FEARLESS CUB
He's a Cub, he's renowned known as King of the Jungle. His Father's name is Sabaa, popularly known as Assassin, he was a politician then, before he started his killing and planting of his subordinate heads livelihood. He engaged himself in so many pursuits like; Distribution of blood, and the distribution of innocent parts of some animals.
By Abbasaleesu3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 94
I had an idea but I didn’t want to stop watching the fighting going on , so without looking at Visceroy I began to speak to him . " You saw how I can control my drill remotely with voice control right ? Well it’s possible by using my magic power . It’s the only reason I’ve used any so far . I’m able to let my drill store my magical energy and operate on its own accord using my commands . The best part of this option , is that I can have my drill join the fray without me being in any danger . Draco and his dragon are strong enough to not die accidentally by my drill . In fact I don’t even think it can kill Avion . Although it might help to lower his stamina , or help one of them land a decisive blow . If it can create an opening of any kind . I know it'll be worth the shot ."
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 93
The fight was looking pretty even , but Draco seemed to have less stamina . Both him and his dragon were panting and seemed to be taking turns fighting him more so than trying to jump him . Knowing that Avion had tremendous stamina this must’ve been his strategy all along . A battle of attrition. If they both constantly attacked him without being able to deal any fatal damage then when they got tired he could just easily dispose of them . I started to think that maybe if we had a way to help tire him out that could be of assistance .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 92
Me and Visceroy looked each other in the eyes , we both knew what that was . The fight that we still have to get to . The stamina that those two possess is unreal . I’ve been healed multiple times and rested , but them two ? They both are probably still in better shape than me , after they've been fighting this whole time . Visceroy spoke up , " well , are you ready ?" I looked up at him . My bones were still aching , and my muscles started to stiffen up . I said to him " Yup ." I had no choice . I’ve come this far and I was going to have to push myself , as far as I have to . I told visceroy , " give me a few minutes to stretch and then I’ll be ready ."
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Amber Moon
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Not that I could see it, my vision disappeared nearly two years ago, the day after we buried my wife. I woke, and the world around me remained dark. It was sudden, like Marie's death.
By JBaz3 years ago in Fiction
Frost-Wood Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Nothing appeared out of place—not a drop of frozen dew or any moss-ridden squirrels to be seen. One could even say the place was perfect; at least that’s what the reviews would have you think.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
Frost-Wood Cabin
We drove up the snowy, winding road towards the cozy A-frame cabin. Nothing appeared out of place—not a drop of frozen dew or any moss-ridden squirrels to be seen. One could even say the place was perfect; at least that’s what the reviews would have you think.
By K.H. Obergfoll3 years ago in Fiction
Man, Dismayed
Grant stared at the wooden chest. It sat on the dining room table, next to the box it had come in and Grant’s handgun. It was beautifully crafted, adorned with incredible woodwork and gold and silver trim. The etchings were bas reliefs he couldn’t quite make out and, in honesty, hurt his head a bit when he focused on them. Scrawled on the top of it, in that same gold and silver/platinum trim was a word. It was written in a language he’d never seen before. The art may have strained his eyes, the word troubled him on a deeper level. Common sense (and an aggressive unease) should have been enough for him to put the chest back in the box and deposit it on the sidewalk for garbage day. It’s not like he’d be missing anything, considering it had been delivered by a drone and wasn’t his to begin with.
By D Anthony3 years ago in Fiction
The Console
This was it. I had exactly one shot to pull this off. The elusive white buck was at the edge of my range and yet I was confident I had the advantage. It had taken hours to track this legendary target. I had stalked him through the sparse pines, down the slope of a mountain, across a green valley, through a tangled forest of oaks and maples, and finally into the clearing where he now grazed. He was a truly magnificent creature. He had sixteen points on a symmetrical rack, and although he was known as the white buck, his pelt was more of a creamy tan, much lighter than others of his species but far from the brilliant white of my Arabian horse who even now was following behind me at a distance.
By Altum Veritas3 years ago in Fiction
The Serpent in the Garden
William Cooper was startled awake by the sound of his doorbell. He had fallen asleep in the parlor of his flat to the sound of the gently crackling fire in the room’s large fireplace. He noticed that it had since been reduced to smoldering embers. He had only meant to briefly rest his eyes, but the Society had been working him to the bone as of late.
By Christine Meush3 years ago in Fiction