Fable
Tomorrow Star Looking For Answers
During the past two years Holloway Boy was trying to figure out exactly what life was all about and suddenly a magical thought labeled him ‘Tomorrow Star.’ Receiving a royal ascot as a gift to look like a winner from a sponsor, the future prospect deemed a long shot strutted using a good firm fashionable style.
By Marc OBrien3 years ago in Fiction
Oliver and Zip
Foreword: The following story was written using the titles of songs, a section of the story was written after a song was chosen based entirely on the title. The choices were presented to someone I will always regard as a friend, I am thankful they played along and helped me write this tale with each choice they made. A few edits were made, but I am now proud to present this story to you, the reader.
By Tiggerish Eeyore (Aaron Wood)3 years ago in Fiction
His Divine Itchiness
You know that itch you get right as you’re trying to nod off to sleep? The one that you’re not sure existed even after you’ve scratched the offending area? The one that springs up again on another part of your body when you’ve settled back in, snug under the covers? That’s me. Some may call me silly names like the Itch Fairy, but I prefer to think of myself as The Immortal God of Itchiness. You may call me Your Divine Itchiness. In my opinion, I am an essential, natural force in the world. Which would make me a god in the vein of Boreas, Notus, Zephyrus, and Eurus. (For those of you that never took Classics, I pity you. Those are the Four Winds of Greek Mythology. Though I never particularly liked them much, too flighty. Couldn’t nail them down in an RSVP for any party.) Plus I’ve never died, so there’s Exhibit A for immortality. Perhaps the only argument against my divinity is the fact that I feel the need to explain myself. But not being able to hold myself back is part of my highly endearing personality, so I think it’s fine.
By Mark (Mitch) Weil3 years ago in Fiction
The First Kiss in Human History
Once upon a time on earth, about 50,000 years ago before kissing was ever a thing, there existed ten kingdoms in the world. Each kingdom was ruled by a gifted family; a family whose members were born with magical gifts that no other could ever have except received through the "touch of the gifted part". These gifts were sacred and gave each member royalty status in their respective kingdoms.
By Louis Udeani3 years ago in Fiction
The Reed boat
Laurelle Laurelle The purple clouds blushed pink and danced till darkness met the treetops. Meet me in the morning said Laurelle, sketch me on banks of the Oslo fjord reeds inlet amongst the dried rushes. She bathed and swam and dried herself on the shoreside in glorious morning sunshine.
By Tiffany Brown, Tiffany Campbell Brown, Tiffanarty3 years ago in Fiction
Looking For Character
Outside the sun was setting piercing one’s vision with an annoying orange yellowish glare. This made a man dressed in a tweed jacket reach into his pocket for eyewear protection. Inside a café sitting in a powerful chair turning book pages found on the establishment’s library shelf the knowledgeable reference felt like royalty waiting to be bothered.
By Marc OBrien3 years ago in Fiction
Talea The Volleyball Star
It was lunchtime, Talea was eating lunch and talking to her best friend Timothy. They always ate first and then went to play on monkey bars. Today at this break it was raining, the monkey bars were wet. Talea could not go and play on monkey bars, so one of her classmates came. It was Zach and Lachlan and his volleyball team; he came over to us. They asked Timothy if he wanted to play volleyball in the shed, and Timothy said yes. Timothy asked me if I wanted to play Volleyball, and I said yes, but then Lachlan said, ‘girls can’t play volleyball.’ Then Zach agreed, and he said ‘You do not even know the rules to play this game.
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Fiction
The Real Uncensored Story of Ogopogo
Legend has it — and fake news has been trying to bury this story ever since I made a meal of one those, particular, Kelowna inhabitants — that I lurk just off the coast of Knox Mountain, in this sort of bay, a wee bit from a place called: Paul’s Tomb. It may be, for this reason, that Kelownafornians erected a sculpture of me and then promptly sank the darn thing into the water, at a depth of 25 feet. But, anyhow, it is often here, upon the side of the gorge, where the unfortunate would-be trekker might just lose his or her footing, and, quite unceremoniously, fall from the jagged ledge — and plummet into the cool, dark, waters below. Occasionally, it is here, too, that I happen to snatch one of these Kelownafornians by the ankle and swiftly drag them with me far, far, down into the depths below, whilst he or she is still squirming like spawning salmon during the month of September.
By Delusions of Grandeur 3 years ago in Fiction
MR. VIOLENCE DRACULA 3
RAPHAEL SAYS I WILL BE THERE AND HE TAKES THE INVITATION. ANTONY SAYS GOOD NIGHT SIR RAPHAEL JAMESON AND WALKS OUT THE DOOR. RAPHAEL SAYS GOOD NIGHT AND CLOSES THE DOOR. LEMORA SAYS THAT MAN IS WORSE THAN DRACULA AND RAPHAEL SAYS WHO IS HE? LEMORA SAYS I DON’T KNOW MUCH BUT I KNOW THAT ENJOYS THE BLOOD-DRINKING TOO AND I SAW HIM GIVING DRACULA ORDERS WHEN I LAST SAW HIM AND I THINK HE IS AFRAID OF HIM.
By Victor Robinson II3 years ago in Fiction
The Seven Deck Of Hearts
Once there lived a girl named Tanisha, she was 17 years old, and a grade 11 student. Tanisha was the most intelligent girl in her school. Tanisha went to Daisy College, and she has so many friends. Sometimes Tanisha attended Ninja classes because she was so Sometimes Tanisha had nightmares about Jokers coming in her dream trapping her, and she used her ninja skills to break the magic. Other than this, Tanisha’s birthday was coming so she invited her friends to her home for her birthday party. She sends out invitations to her friends. Tanisha’s sister Anna helped her make invitation cards, and her mother prepared the food and the cake.
By Syeda Tamseel Fatima3 years ago in Fiction
