Fable

Hazelnut Lantern Way.
Our story takes place deep into the pasturelands, far beyond the shores. Lush meadows blazened with the hot glow of the sunlight shimmering off of the pink and red leaves as they fluttered in the breeze. Nestled comfortably by the river, tucked away amongst the trees sat a lovely little barkwood structure, so small many would likely mistake for a birdhouse.
By Tony .5 years ago in Fiction
Annie Christmas Goes to The Farm
Annie Christmas felt she was set up to fail in life. To the objective observer, her deduction seems fair enough. Annie was raised in an environment where she was scrutinized and othered and pressured by the majority for most of her upbringing. This occurred because she was the only black girl in her rural, all white, bayou town.
By Erin Lucas5 years ago in Fiction
Black Girl Magic
**photo by Julie Patton** Everyone thought it, but nobody wanted to say it. After Mother Wata was fired from the cafeteria, one black girl after the next became visibly withdrawn and less radiant. This unspoken coincidence was overshadowed by the silence that enveloped the town.
By na’im5 years ago in Fiction
Buttered Scones
When she had only been nine for two days, four hours, seventeen minutes and forty-two seconds, Lu found herself without a mother.
By Ev Marie5 years ago in Fiction
Golden Fairy
In the changing of seasons from winter to summer, new life is brought into the world. Animals of all shapes and sizes are born and welcomed into this world. Even human babies are born as well during this time. But the most interesting part of this world that is born during the start of spring, is not even witnessed by the human eye. Though they are in plain sight, no one sees the fairies that are born with the nature all around them. Some come from the water, some from animals, but the ones I think are the best, are the ones born from flowers blooming. Particularly the ones born from marigolds. The marigold is such a unique flower that blooms, that it makes a perfect place for a fairy to be born from. Usually if a human can see a fairy, they write it off as a butterfly just resting within the flower because the wings. But if one were to look closer, they would see a hand, maybe a foot, something that did not look like was part of a butterfly. Thankfully, because some humans do not understand or take care of these creatures by leaving them be, they do not see what is right in front of them. How does this work? By magic? Well, I guess you could say it is the magic of Mother Nature herself. When a marigold seed has found its way into the soil, Mother Nature puts her energy into the seed to help it grow. With flowers, they usually have a soft soul within them, so when Mother Nature feels that, she knows how much energy they need. In some cases, where the soul is soft but as bright as the sunshine, those are chosen to bring forward the next generation of flower fairies. She creates an amount of energy to help form the fairy within the seed and places it within its soul. Then it is up to the flower to grow in its environment, to protect its charge that is growing with it as it sprouts and takes on new phases of growth. Sometimes flowers can not handle the responsibility and their soul gives out, but Mother Nature takes over during those times to raise the fairy and give the flower new life to grow on its own. But in most cases, it doesn’t happen with golden marigolds. It was never said by Mother Nature why, but that it just is and they are strong enough to handle both the life of the fairy and their soul. As the flower is budding, the fairy is moved to inside the bud to begin the process of growing its wings. By the time the flower is blooming, the fairy will bloom with it, releasing its wings and stretching them out. The fairy stays with the flower until it is ready and the flower has reached its full bloom. Then the fairy can decide where it wishes to go to help with growing the Nature around it. Sometimes they go off to find a new place to grow more marigolds, others stay with the flower they bloomed from to take care of the plants their to help them remain strong and be ready properly for winter when the flowers need to close. Now you may think to yourself, ‘This can’t be true, things like fairies don’t exist and they certainly don’t bloom from flowers,’ but let me say this to you. There are many wonderful and mysterious places in this world that we don’t understand or fully explored the depths of. With so many things that are a mystery to us, I’d like to think that there is a place somewhere untouched, with butterflies on flowers we have never seen before and an extra limb that looks like a hand sticking out of the petals.
By Kris.D.S5 years ago in Fiction
Helios and Mariám
Mariám was of the water. A maniform water nymph, who played in pools and on the seafoam when the day was brightest, their carefree laugh like a bubbling brook. That was how Helios had met them, frolicking in the midday sun off the coast of Rhodes, their brown skin sparkling with salt. It was summer, when the god's chariot ride across the world was slow… surely he could afford to stay awhile and talk.
By Chaotic Morphotic5 years ago in Fiction
Wedding Adventures
Teri sped towards Rodrigo’s, excitement filling her breast as she tried to guess what adventures awaited in the old barn today. She was pushing hard, focused on the road just in front of her when she heard her name. Looking up, she saw Rodrigo down the street running, his arm high above his head waving. Teri smiled big and waved back.
By Viltinga Rasytoja5 years ago in Fiction
Eclipse
In the ages when the pyramids were being built the people worked in the hot sun. When the night came they went to wash themselves in the Nile. As the people finished, they were getting dressed in what they had when all of a sudden a light came from the sky. It shone down over the river before them and then rose up what looked like their goddess Bastet. She looked at the people then reached into the water and pulled something out. It was a large dark ball of fur. But it seemed to not be wet. She laid it down on the bank of the river. Then Bastet disappeared. The ball of fur unraveled into a small car sized cat. He stood up and shook his body sending winds towards the people so strong that it knocked them all over. The people sat up not daring to stand because the fear overwhelmed them, as well as their curiosity. They watched the beast as it drank from the river. Then another curious thing happened. A light figure appeared in front of the thirsty creature. A ray of light shot from the mysterious figure. Then onto the back of the cat, which formed wings. Suddenly the people understood who the glowing figure was. It was their other goddess Isis who has the power of magic. They then knew that the cat had to be special. They watched as he walked down to a spot near the river which was covered with grass. There was enough coverage so the people could barely see him. Then the cat went to sleep. The people then got up and went to their own huts. Leaving the creature to sleep in peace.
By Natasha Marie Lynn5 years ago in Fiction
The Bird Witch
"My little bird, with the necklace red, Sings sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, He sings that the dove must soon be dead, Sings sorrow, sor - jug, jug, jug." -Jorinda and Joringel, as collected by the Brothers Grimm.
By Colleen Borst5 years ago in Fiction
The Troll Bridge
In a different time, in a different place, two young trolls were one day approaching a bridge from opposite ends. One, called Aegar, was seventeen years old and had the visage of what you might call a fairly traditional troll. He was ten feet tall and broad, with tree trunk-like arms and legs, a great round belly and mostly elephant grey skin. He was bald, with green eyes, a big, wide nose and only a few teeth, save for two large fangs protruding from the bottom of his jaw, like a sabre-toothed tiger's canine teeth, only in reverse.
By Jamie Smurthwaite5 years ago in Fiction
Rumpelstiltskin: Child Eater
Edgar told nothing to King Lancer. He would first find out the truth for himself. So, when the message came that the girl had arrived, he met with her in secret. The moment his eyes fell on her, he knew at least one thing the miller had said to be true. She was a like a glimmer of sunlight come to the palace that had so long been shrouded in shadow. Despite his suspicions, he found himself hoping she was more than she appeared.
By J.C. Winter5 years ago in Fiction
The Troll Bridge
In a different time, in a different place, two young trolls were one day approaching a bridge from opposite ends. One, called Aegar, was seventeen years old and had the visage of what you might call a fairly traditional troll. He was ten feet tall and broad, with tree trunk-like arms and legs, a great round belly and mostly elephant grey skin. He was bald, with green eyes, a big, wide nose and only a few teeth, save for two large fangs protruding from the bottom of his jaw, like a sabre-toothed tiger's canine teeth, only in reverse.
By Jamie Smurthwaite5 years ago in Fiction