Fable
The Night
The alarm clock rang, he cracked his eyes to the glow of the sunset cutting through the window and just onto the ground in front of the bed. It was his morning, though it was evening, 6PM. His shift began at 7 PM and wouldn’t end till 5 AM. Working nights wasn’t easy but he was adapting, waking up at sunset tricked his mind into thinking it was sunrise, and waking up, a little bit easier.
By Adrian Morales4 years ago in Fiction
The Raven Challenge
Believing with certainty Da’s ancient tales contain truth, Roald also trusts his father's claim that century old ravens exist. Hadn’t he seen the same ebony pair hopping and coughing along the edge of wilderness and pine his entire sixteen years?
By Barbara Steinhauser 4 years ago in Fiction
The Island
In a dense and snowy wood, an Owl perched itself on an old oak. The tree was unique and historic but the Owl knew nothing of this. It only mattered that this particular tree was sheltered from the wind and camouflaged by the tree’s mottled bark. Past a gnarled branch was the only break in the dense forest; a frozen oasis with a fresh ripple of a spring that thawed the corner of the ice. He sat and waited in a timeless state provided by the winter haze. He felt little purpose as his dense armor of feathers collected snow.
By Elijah B Torn4 years ago in Fiction
The Hornet's Nest
The humans I live with are a married couple, both have just turned sixty, I am their dog, Sheba. I am 11 years old, a big black dog with blue eyes. I have an amazing appetite and yes you could say with certainty, I am fat. Mom calls me the gentle giant.
By Deirdre FitzGerald4 years ago in Fiction
Luck in love
Thomas and Amelia, a young deeply in love newlywed couple, were enjoying their honeymoon. A lovely cabin nestled in the woods on the side of a mountain. The isolation proved to be therapeutic. After the relentless antics of the wedding. Quiet was just what they needed. However they began to feel restless. With all the relaxation Thomas and Amelia began to feel stagnant in the cabin. The weather seemed warm and welcoming. Which was strange for the beginning of February. It’s as if the mountain was calling them to take a hike. They decided to take advantage of the superb weather. They gathered together some bread and jam to picnic at the top of the mountain. They took only a small amount of food so as to not burden themselves to much with the long hike ahead. After all that relaxation the trek seemed to be almost to much for the inept hikers. Never the less they were filled with joy to have reached the peak of the wooded mountain. They decided to lay out their table cloth and enjoy their bread and jam. They looked around taking in the breath stealing scenery. They knew they couldn’t stay long. The trek was hard enough in broad daylight, it would be near impossible for them after sunset. Their meal was simple yet filling and delicious. The sky a bright serene blue; almost marbled with thin wispy clouds. The smell of pine almost palpable. Even the cool breeze was soothing. The peace of their surroundings paired with the fullness of their bellies gave childlike comfort. Like failing asleep in a rocking chair and waking up in your bed. Only when Thomas and Amelia woke up no one had whisked them away to a bed or to safety. It was as if their peaceful fairytale surroundings had suddenly turned on them. The call of the mountain and warm inviting weather seemed to now be shrieking at them to run. Run as fast as you can from this place. The sky seemed ferocious. The beautiful marbled sky now filled with ominous blue-gray snow clouds. The smell of petrichor and frost nearly tangible. The cool soothing breeze was now a frigid blusterous force. They new they had to make it back to their cabin fast. Their panic was visible to one another. With out speaking a word they both new that each other could not recognize the way home. How could the trail have changed so much? It was as if the darkness played only a small part in changing the trail. Is it possible the trees uprooted and planted over their previous trek? The more they walked the colder it got. They began to come to terms with the fact that they where indeed lost in the woods. They strategized it was best to seek shelter from the cold. Abandoning the idea of finding their cabin before sunrise. They settled to find anything they could to break the rigorous consistent barrage of the wind and hide them from the inevitable snow. How fortuitous to find, what appeared to them to be, an abandoned barn. The brown wooden barn was considerably large. It had the potential to be an impervious shelter. Although the doors did not quite line up correctly. They had a rather large gap between them. It would still be less exsposing then standing in the middle of the woods. What caused Thomas to be hesitant to nest inside though was the “NO TRESPASSING” sign hanging sideways by one nail. Amelia, nearly frozen to the bone, would entertain none of his apprehensiveness. She was not about to pass up this serendipitous refuge. So they ignored the no trespassing signs. Betting only on no one was around and probably no one owned the busted barn any longer. What they could not tell is it had recently been broke into. It’s colossal doors broken and all it’s inhabitants stolen. As they lay exhausted, yet thankful, on the barn floor sleep crept over them. While they slumbered deeply the owner came across them. The grieving and vengeful owner of the recently plundered barn. The owner became filled with rage thinking they where the ones who robbed him. The owner was warned by his friends to keep an eye out and protect him self “because criminals often return to the scene of the crime”. He was prepared. In there deep sleep they could not hear the words the owner mumbled. Their was no way for them to know the owner spoke a man to beast spell for revenge over them. When they awoke the owner was no where to be seen. Fear gripped them to their core. Their very much human bodies where all ready beginning to turn into something very much not human at all. They looked around for an answer or a person. They thought this to be the work of another human. But they where alone. They turned to each other to discuss. Only managing to exclaim the word “Who…” while their vocal cords petrified around these syllables. Making that the only word they could ever speak again. Now they roam the woods rummaging across barns searching for “Who” had done this to them? They call out to “Who” had turn them into what would be know as the first barn owls.
By Candy Girll4 years ago in Fiction
Owl Be There For You
Welcome ladies and gentlemen of the farming community. Many know me as Gordie the barn owl. I am welcoming one and all to understand why I return to this farm every year. I hope after explaining to you that you will understand that this farm means so much to me and that is why I return to it quite often.
By Cathy Deslippe4 years ago in Fiction
