Fable

Tale of the Druid Queen
Professor McFarlane, considered by many in his field to be Britain’s foremost historian on the Roman occupation of Britain, had lost track of time. The supper he had heated up earlier in the microwave was now back to room temperature as it had been forgotten in the microwave for hours. His wife had long ago stopped texting him to find out when, or if he was coming home, and had given up on seeing him this evening. She never worried though; it wasn't uncommon for him to get caught up in his work and only realize the next morning when the cleaning crew arrived that he had been working all night.
By Henry Smith4 years ago in Fiction
Another One
Risking everything Pete the rabbit, scratched out of his hole. To face the morning light and dew. He knew what he had to do today and it wasn't going to be pretty. Nothing that Pete did ever was. "Just watch and see," he said to himself. "Wait until I tell them what happened and they will never ask me to do it again." That should teach them to say no to me.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
The Forbidden Garden
The tree of knowledge, a forbidden fruit, would be the dangerous sin but not the kind of sin you would think of. I stood before the great tree taking in it's strong stature and beauty. It was alluring, for you could almost hear the faint whispers of awaiting wisdom. Enough to make you want more, I licked my lips with anticipation.
By Daniell Frovarp4 years ago in Fiction
Fire Maiden
Part 2 Rafig paused to add more wood to the fire, and for a moment I gazed up at the stars. Lady Moon was still bright, and around her sparked the familiar constellations – Coney Night Caller, Shadad the Hunter, the Wide-Eared Fox. The glow of the fire created a magical island of light in the darkness, and, just beyond its perimeter, the camels grunted and chewed.
By Michael Asher4 years ago in Fiction
If the shoe fits
Checkmate. Nice game. Now let’s put this away. I have a story to tell you. As you know, I was a young cobbler in the days before what we call “Happily Ever After” in this small kingdom. Before you were born, when our current King was a young buck and a prince. Prince Charming, they called him, for there wasn’t a girl in the kingdom who didn’t dream of being his bride.
By Emily Hackett4 years ago in Fiction
The King of Christmas
Old Nick was sitting at his desk looking over a section of the list his secretary had handed him. The rumor was he checked it twice. In reality he checked it far more often, and he had the final call. The price of being the boss.
By Matthew Donnellon4 years ago in Fiction
Green Thumb
All of his life, Merv had wanted to know what was going on. He rubbed his stubby freckled hand on a dirty glass pane of the glasshouse window as ferns coiled around him, glowing green in the hot sun. 'Benson's Gardeners' gathered outside on the posh mansions’ circular driveway. Dark as ogres they seemed, through the plant kingdom window as they waited for his presence. He took a deep breath, put his trowel and gloves down and stepped through the plants.
By C.A.H.4 years ago in Fiction
Gospel Beach
Once upon a time, on a beach not far away, a man went fishing. He had a simple rod and a carefully baited hook. His family needed food and he knew that, out in the water, was a school of fish. Most of the fish were of one family led by Father Fish and Mother Fish. Father Fish saw the bait in the water. It was his job to protect the school from strange things. He took the bait and began thrashing around in pain. Mother Fish looked on and became very unhappy. She wanted to help Father Fish. She wanted to keep the younger fish from seeing his pain. Father Fish was pulled out of the water and became a meal for a needy family.
By Isabel Storey4 years ago in Fiction
Twisted
He had just cleaned off from the long day that he had. And now all he wanted to do was go to bed. Or make love to a beautiful woman, that would top the cake. He would want to eat it too, the cake not her. Just to clarify. Although that would be nice as well. The last thing he had to eat was a snickers bar. The nougat and caramel went good together. But that is a different story.
By Alex Jennett4 years ago in Fiction
The Polecat Princess
There was a nation at a particular time in a particular place, unknown to most, which had a famously wise king. He was known for his careful, strategic way which won him many wars with hostile others; the people of the country loved and served him for many years, all in love with his genuine charisma and strength.
By Oscar Richard4 years ago in Fiction
Sable
Raven is the only way I could describe it. Or ebony; onyx. Black, even. Her coat was so dark it was often illuminated with blue hues by the sun. At night, her vibrant green eyes were all that would give her away; large enough to reflect the dim light of the moon, creating a beacon in the shadows.
By Mae H.4 years ago in Fiction
Winter Solstice
WE BETTER GET BACK BEFORE DARK “We better get back before dark, Pad.” Kittle’s voice was the only sound either of them had heard all through the quiet, cold day other than the background noise of snow falling, and their feet scrrching through it. Neither of them wanted to say it, but they knew they were in for a scolding, if not a beating, when they finally got home.
By Jonathan Blackbow4 years ago in Fiction