Fable

What if Medusa was a Black Woman?
They say racism wasn’t for the Gods, but I know the truth. It started with them. We see the same story play out time after time. Innocent Black woman exists. White man uses his power. Robs her of her innocence. White woman blames the Black woman. If the story sounds familiar, then you’ve probably seen it before. Colonizer and the colonized. Slave owner and the enslaved. Poseidon and Medusa. All stories as old as time itself. You just have to really hear them to know they’ve always been the same.
By Mary W3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 68
We all made our final preparations and started to get ready for our mission. One of the doberman guards cast a spell on all of us that gave us night vision . Most of us were of the dog race so we already have good noses . Our sense of smell were second to none . Only a few animals and beasts had a better sense of smell than us . The bat witch didn’t need anything , because bat people excel in the night already . Bats use sonar mostly to their advantage . They achieve this with echolocation . Bats can hear better than any race on this world . Their smell is top of the line as well .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction
Gully
With a tattered towel Belinda dried a terra cotta mug, then lifted herself up onto her tiptoes and reached overhead to hang the mug from a row of hooks above the bar. Directly ahead, through cloudy windows framed in warping wood, she watched the early evening sun high on the horizon. A quick rap of knuckles against the counter came from the end of the bar. Belinda turned her attention towards the sound, and the man motioned her over. In a hoarse voice, he said, “Fill ‘er ep, and gimme a bowl of whatever you got.”
By A. Crossan3 years ago in Fiction
The Inundation
The dragon woke to a sound. The cry of a child. It opened its eyes on the dim lit cave. And quickly roused itself. It felt the heat stirring in its guts and could taste the old bitter gold on its tongue. It felt confusion like a sickness. The dragon’s tail stirred in mud. The floor of the cave had flooded. The meagre pile of treasures lay discoloured and drenched.
By Gordon Thompson 3 years ago in Fiction
Mother
MOTHER I heard the mewling of a human brat long before I saw him. I stay away from those creatures as much as I can. None of them have the strength or skill to climb up to our caverns on the mountain tops where we spend the winters. When I descend to the forest to forage I keep well away from them. Some dragons take delight in burning crops or terrorizing the villagers, fouling their wells and carrying off livestock. We never eat human flesh, of course as they are filthy creatures. Some of them are valiant enough and rarely, manage to kill one of our kind.
By Isobel Cunningham3 years ago in Fiction
The Dawn of Calamity
Of the many myths and legends throughout Fal’Ardin. There has only ever been one prophecy. It foretells two children, both lost souls and polar opposites. One is a little girl of pure heart and innocence, who will be raised and nurtured by a Dragon from the heavens. The other is a boy whose heart will be filled with hate and malice, who will be raised by a Dragon from the earth. One child is said to bring about peace, while the other will bring ruin. Said to awaken a Great Wyrm, the father of evil who breeds destruction. The prophecy foretells war, and that these two destined children will face each other.
By Julio Aguilar3 years ago in Fiction
Tales of the Dream
This tale was written by Silos Dimmas, the great chronicler, based on recollections of Balgur and Laylardeen after the Last Battle.
By Pedro Velmovitsky3 years ago in Fiction
Serpents of the Valley
A butterfly danced in the forest from one flower to another. The blue wings soon caught the interest of a very tiny girl. Spirals of yellow hair fell onto her round face as she reached out for the little winged creature as it flew onward. Curiosity encouraged the toddler to continue through the forest, following the butterfly. The forest seemed to grow larger and more fascinating when the afternoon sun shone through the trees. This made the colors of all the plants and animals seem even brighter than before. The tiny girl kept exploring until she tripped over a log, only it was no log.
By Tammi D3 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Lost to the World
Ashes rained down from the red soaked sky. The Alpha star setting in the North while the Minor star rose in the South, both barely visible through the hazy pollution of Kronsphere. Trees still smoldering, crackle with new life, remnants of the fourth Great Burn.
By K.H.A. Wassing3 years ago in Fiction
A Serpent in the Garden
Amelie tastes blood. Far away from battle, an expecting mother wages war in her bed. East of the river bend, a path walks through the trees, down a hill to a window. Through the glass, three heads look down as she delivers her consequence to the world, scorned by the sword of an unknown wielder. Amelie’s mother, sister, and midwife are grabbing her, ogling her, spreading her legs, and wiping the sweat from her brow.
By Kylie Ruffino3 years ago in Fiction
In Counsel With Stars: Book 1
The noise that cracked through the dawn sky awakened the heart of the forest. For 400 years she’d slept, undisturbed—though not for lack of attempt to stir her. Tales of her slumber wafted through the ages like a sweet smell demanding to be tasted, and taste it is just what the nearing villagers did. Men and women, young and old, visited her secluded cave in the high mountains. Some came in large groves while others braved the beast as lone warriors, their sharpest sword prepared to slay the beast if she so much as stirred. After all, what joy can be had in a battle won where only one opponent is awake? But much to their dismay, she never awoke. The only sign that she had not died in her everlasting rest was the heavy breathing that shook the mountain to its core, sending boulders toppling down the sides occasionally killing unaware adventurers mid-quest.
By NatahYah3 years ago in Fiction
Planet Tetro ~ Page 67
I saw two people walking up to our camp , and of course the last two people to show up just had to be my best friends . Good thing I showed up pretty early , or our group would look bad . They arrived about 20 minutes before sun down . At least they weren’t late though , I relaxed a little . Seems to me that I woke them up at the right time . They seemed well rested and ready to go . Instinctively when they first came they started walking towards me but I pointed them in the direction of the check in guard .
By Terrence3 years ago in Fiction