Fable
A Whimsical Wombat Tale
Once upon a time, not so very long ago and not so very far away, there lived a whimsical wombat named Wiggle. As one might expect, Wiggle was often given to bouts of waggish whimsy. This was indeed the case on this day when Wiggle threw open the front door of his house and launched himself across the threshold, intending to skip all the way to wherever he was going (he had not thought of a destination just yet).
By Jim Sprouse5 years ago in Fiction
The Journey to The Pond of Souls
“It was a different time. Back when all these fizzling gadgets didn’t exist. Back when there were none of the clanking bells of industry to drown the songs of the animas. Back when there was magic in the world. That didn’t mean the world was any better. In fact, it was much worse. Most spirits were malevolent, evil creatures. Most magic was used for greed and anger. But, in that chaos and hell, she was born from fire with a face chiseled of dark bronze and a spirit forged from determination, she was brought into this world to serve, but she was never meant to. Kiya, a beggar, was thirteen years old when she made the journey.
By Arjun Gupte5 years ago in Fiction
A Shark Named Lani
In the cool ocean waters, beneath the wan light of the moon, is a world free of Man; free of them but concerned by them all the same. The silvery light that beamed down failed to make it far into the indigo waters, but near the surface swam two graceful creatures, their pale bodies gliding in and around the beams that shown through the water.
By Travis Pittman5 years ago in Fiction
Underwater Adventure
Teri and Rodrigo reluctantly left the magical fairies to their argument over the perfect type of sprinkles for a birthday cake, and headed off for the birthday lunch. Rodrigo’s mom had fixed his favorite food, he and Teri scarfed down the taquitos, chips with delicious homemade salsa, and licked their fingers clean after devouring honey drizzled sopapillas.
By Viltinga Rasytoja5 years ago in Fiction
Marigold For My Tea
It was the middle of August, and the countryside was well into summer. The air was warm and slightly humid. Green leaves covered the trees, giving shade to the children beneath and coverage for those hiding in the branches. In the fields surrounding the village the crops grew tall and animals grazed, and in the kitchens jars were being prepared for pickling and preserving. The people felt good about the upcoming harvest and that they would be well prepared for the winter that would follow.
By Sorcha Monk 5 years ago in Fiction
Rumpelstiltskin: Child Eater
Once upon a time there was a poor kingdom called Douran ruled by a sad and lonely King. His storehouses were bereft of gold, and though he was still in the prime of his youth, he had neither wife nor heir to succeed after him. As a result, his kingdom was governed by fear and darkness. Unrest lived in the hearts of the people and the land was under constant threat of war.
By J.C. Winter5 years ago in Fiction
An Empty Box of Heaven
Doomsday doesn’t usually show up wrapped in brown paper, Astrid thought. Does it? She wasn’t sure how doomsday got around these days, but she figured it would want something a bit more flashy than a box in brown wrapping paper, tied up with twine. Honestly, who wraps packages like that anymore? She was certain the post office and other carriers would consider that undeliverable. Get all caught up in their machines, right? Nevertheless, there was a package on her tiny front porch, centered precisely between the wrought iron railings, her front door, and the first step.
By Robert John Jenson5 years ago in Fiction
A Slice of Life
“Yo, what’s in the box?” Jewels yelled in his best Brad Pitt impression. The group snickered as the lady looked up at them from behind thick sunglasses, lowering her journal slightly. Jewels ducked down to not-so-effectively hide. Yasmin took over the jeering.
By Ethan J Bearden5 years ago in Fiction
Brahman Prarie
BRAHMAN PRARIE It was the summer of 1958, and I was 8 years old. I loved all of the animals on the farm but my favorite by far was Judah. He was born in the miracle barn. He was a brahman bull and the cutest one I had ever seen. His head was white as pure as snow and faded to silver on his neck and black near his hump. He had silver and white the rest of his body, but in a black patch near his hip was a white cross. We stayed in the barn as he was born to make sure everything was ok, but your grandma and grandpa went in for the night. I stayed out with my lantern and just sat there with momma and Judah. I leaned against him as he layed down and momma watched over us both.
By Levi dotson5 years ago in Fiction
