Fable

Sibyl's Stream. Runner-Up in Through the Keyhole Challenge.
At first, my explorations of the underground tunnels yielded only a musky smell and a long stroll in the quiet dark, but what I found that day when I peeked through a crack in the wall changed me forever.
By C. Rommial Butler3 months ago in Fiction
When The Wolf Spoke (Chapter Snippet). Content Warning.
💫🕸️ Months after leaving their Homeland of Siberia & traveled the Sea—Manya and her now six year old daughter, Tira, had been living amongst a tribe of Wolf-yókai within the Hokkaidō forest of Japan. Having shared Wolf blood, Osamu the leader of the Wolf tribe allows Manya and her small pack refuge within his territory. In this chapter, you'll dive into the morning after the tribe fights spider yókai called Tsuchigumo, they begin a ritual to bury their dead, giving Manya a glimpse of the other side of their shared bloodline. 👇🏽
By Ghoulishtale Studios3 months ago in Fiction
Tommy the Tomato & Peter the Potato: A Friendship That Couldn’t Be Broken
The Oddest Pair in the Vegetable Market In a bustling little vegetable market, two very different vegetables shared a basket. Tommy the Tomato was bright red, shiny, and full of energy, while Peter the Potato was brown, plump, and calm, content to sit quietly in the corner.
By hamad khan3 months ago in Fiction
The Light of the Desert: The Story of Bilal ibn Rabah (RA)
Heavy with the sun, with its rays scorching the desert into an oven of light and heat, the sun stood over Mecca. In a small corner near the Kaaba, a man was lying on the ground chained to the burning sand, his back raw from the whip, his lips dry and cracked. Each inhalation was punctuated by pain but from his shaking lips was uttered a word that would not die.
By Nusuki3 months ago in Fiction
The Market of Beauty — A Woman, A Society, and an Unforgiving Truth
In every era, literature has held up a mirror to its time. Some stories don’t simply entertain; they expose the soul of a society. Among them stands “Bazaar-e-Husn” (The Market of Beauty), a masterpiece by Munshi Premchand — one of the greatest voices in Urdu and Hindi literature.
By hamad khan3 months ago in Fiction
The Golden Key
Introduction This is inspired by a painting by John Bauer of a young girl with a key meeting the Norns. The picture was shared by the Enchanted Booklet here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Fiction
The Fog (2)
Recap: Rhaan has ventured out of the bunker after an end of world scenario. Things are looking quite dire as he begins the search for other survivors.
By Antoni De'Leon3 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Captured the Moon in a Jar
Leo was a boy who loved the moon with a desperate, possessive love. Every night, he’d press his face against his bedroom window, watching it sail through the clouds, a perfect silver coin. He hated that he had to share it with the whole world. He hated that it always, eventually, slipped away.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
A Parable of the Storyteller
While understanding grows — the heart already knows. — Forgotten poet of a distant land Once upon a time, there lived a young man.
By Erian Lin Grant3 months ago in Fiction
“Letters to My Future Self (Who Never Arrived)”
Letters to My Future Self (Who Never Arrived) When I was sixteen, I used to write letters to my future self. I kept them in a shoebox under my bed, next to old concert tickets, broken friendship bracelets, and the kind of secrets that only made sense in the language of adolescence.
By SHAYAN3 months ago in Fiction
Just One Bite
- London, 1665 Count Nicholas Klaus stood on the cracked and tattered shingles, staring down into the ashen chimney. It had been a grueling flight from the North, and the Count was starving—literally starving. His hands quivered and his stomach cramped. For an ordinary man, a year-long fast would prove fatal, but Nicholas was no ordinary man. In fact, he was no man at all… not anymore.
By Devin Downing3 months ago in Fiction
Blood Roses & Broken Vows. AI-Generated.
Aisha worked at a little flower shop near the docks. Her world was simple — petals, perfume, and prayers. She believed every wound healed with time, every heart rebuilt with love.
By shakir hamid3 months ago in Fiction