Fable
Awkward Aesop & Fable Baby
Aesop never thought he’d meet Fable, an adorable peanut with charming space buns, barrettes, and glitter on the sides of her eyes; a festival baby it seemed. She smiled while the world around her glistened. Nymphs rested at her feet while fairies flew around mushrooms of red with white spots, shiny to touch, spectacular, nonetheless. She pumped herself up on her hands, to her feet, only to be about two feet joyfully tall, plump, and filled with curious naivety. Nearly knowing nothing and all together too much at once, Aesop wondered, where did this cherub come from?
By Danielle Urciullo3 years ago in Fiction
Would you make a deal with the devil to get what you desire?
Recently I have been digging into the myths and legends of Colombia. Not only is it spook month, but I have been thinking about things that I was curious to learn about countries before I started traveling.
By sara burdick3 years ago in Fiction
When Dragons Lay
Too easy. Easy to... This is what the beast thought. Not in those words, exactly, but in those circuitous brain loops that go round and round, dip and ascend, dive deep and recoil higher, until the obvious drives his next move. One cautionary sieve of constraint filtered the itinerary to allow an unexpected conclusion.
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Fiction
The investigation
Word spread that the investigators were arriving and immediately the main street, the square, the church and Master Scoldig’s shop swarmed with people coming and going, gathering, lingering on the doors, as if to say one more thing, as if waiting for further information. Master Scoldig himself went to the isba of Baba Iaga, but did not tell a soul.
By Patrizia Poli3 years ago in Fiction









