Fable
Two Eyes with Wings
Fresh snow erases the ugliness of winter, without a collection of flakes and without leaves, something is missing from the cold. The trees resemble roots, as if someone took them and turned each one upside down for the season, except the coniferous ones, those have a point to make. I have a point to get to; we all do.
By Whitney Carman4 years ago in Fiction
The Lonely Book
The Lonely Book Once upon a time there was a book on a shelf in a house where a man and woman lived who didn’t ever read. And the book was lonely. So one morning when the man and woman were away from the house, the book slid off the shelf and flapped its front and back covers like a bird it had read about in its pages. But the book, it turned out, couldn’t fly. So, using its front and back covers like legs, the book jumped from a chair to a table to a windowsill, then out an open window.
By Richard Naviasky4 years ago in Fiction
Wisdom Beyond Reach
Here I lay awake in the mid-summer of year 1769. The sound of the roosters, and crows awaken me in the sunset hours. Born a child of a in and out mother and a father whom I never met. My eighteen birthday is approaching in 10 days and, I'm finally excited this time. Dreaming to finally soar like the barn owl who hoover 's at night while I read in my hammock. He's beautiful creature with pure white skin and piercing eyes. Oh, how I wish to also take flight. To a galaxy of a new life of love and a family. Daydreaming is a thing of the norm for me. It's the only time I feel at peace by letting my imagination run wild. Mama asked me to feed all the animals today and brush the horses. I sure do love my horse named night rider. I've had her when she was a little girl. Mane soft and black and twinkles in her eyes. She had a leg injury when born and after 5 years can finally walk. I spent the late nights rubbing her, reading her stories. And praying to the lord to give her strength with the power out of my reach for her to run wild like the other two. I have two sisters named pearl and savannah who constantly make fun of me for and night rider bond. I try to love them even though they laugh at everything that seems to bring me joy. I just can't understand how the treat me like Cinderella when I live to make them happy and provide love. Maybe I'll understand when I get older. The wind is blowing and it's taking me back to fantasy land. That's quickly interrupted due to me scattering to finish the chores before mama return home with her new boy toy lover Mr. Johnson. Maybe that's why she can't provide us with her heart, due to it being given away to worthless men over and over again. It makes me not even want a man if it's worth the relationship with your family and kids. Reading my bible has taught me I'm for sure that's not how love works. I do know to always keep my comments to myself being I got a black eye for only asking questions of the whereabouts of my birthfather. My mama calls it being disrespectful, but I call it not taking accountability. Bring in these bags she yells and wash up you smell like goat cheese. My cheeks turned rose red from the giggles of my sisters and her friend. Supper will be ready at 7 she says now run along and take a bath after closing barn doors and locking up. Yes, ma'am I respond and run along. After cleaning the hay and locking the chickens up I notice up ahead the beautiful owl staring at me on the shed door. I look and whisper to the owl, oh my lucky friend with wings, lend me your wings to sore like you. To be beautiful and bold like you. I return in the house to eat the porridge mama always make on Friday nights. Thank God, it's my sister turn to do dishes tonight being every dish is dirty tonight. I still go in and offer to help. She may not help me when I'm in despair, but my Lord told me to be different. To always be my brothers and sisters keeper. I cut the lights off and see mama laid on the couch with her friend. He has a creepy grin as I looked at them and continued to go to my room. I wrap my hair and lay, say a quick better for new beginnings to unfold as I'm almost legal to do for myself. Amen. Cock a doodle do, the rooster goes. Time to get up to go do my yoga and morning chores. I'm amazed to see I'm already in the barn when I awake looking at night rider. I'm confused on how this is possible when I went to sleep in my own twin size bed. Thats the least of my concerns when I look down and see I not in my own body but in the body of the barn owl. I open my beak to speak and can only make woot noises. Oh God what happen overnight where is my human body. I fly on the tree to see what's going on near my bedroom window. I see my body staring through my window with piercing eyes that's not mines. How did this owl get in my body? Who responsible for this? I hear so clearly as mama and her friend prepare to leave for the day. Mama I try to yell but she doesn't even look my way. Maybe God heard me and answered my prayers. I begin to embrace this road of mystery I woke up on and begin soaring up high like an eagle. The incredible feeling of the wind blew through my feathers. I flew at least 5 hours north to explore the land and oceans I've never seen before. I have the mind still of human form wondering is this my future to live in the wild. To wonder deep of if I will be able to return to my norm before my eighteenth birthday. Will I have a chance to say goodbye to my mother and sisters. Although I have no clue of how this occurred and if this is the incarnation of my future. I will be strong and optimistic through every obstacle I face. I am flying back home now to return on the barn door and await my fate. God use me endlessly as I return to stay awake tonight in a new image with new eyes.
By Tashiona Brooks4 years ago in Fiction
Ignorance is bliss.
There once was a legend of a fool, it was rumored that he would travel the realms in search for the great Yandrian Owl from the Yandrian Tree or better known across the 7 great realms as the tree of creation. See this man, Ammon, was in search of the Yandrian Owl, Gabrael, who in old Yandrian legends was known to be the wisest throughout the 7 realms and the ruler of the branch of knowledge. Ammon, who in determination, was in search for true knowledge of the creation of the first realm, the beyond realm.
By Madison Berry4 years ago in Fiction
Mo Cuishle
The sweet promise of peace was calling to her soul. As the sun sets and the moon makes its appearance. How I wish I was able to greet it this evening. To soak in the familiar feeling of rightness. As I hide out in this termite eaten, old, broken down, dusty barn. I will only allow myself to wish. As the King's warriors still look for me.
By Jessica Harris4 years ago in Fiction
Dreams Come True
We all have different parts of the day in which some of us work effectively. Whether it’s morning or night. Some say that the morning is for hard working people, & the night is for future wealthy longevity creative mindsets. I would like to gift you guys with a story, a adventure, a glimpse, of an anonymous dreamer.
By Sharonne Greene4 years ago in Fiction
Oganihu Village
We have waited for a century for them to bless our village. Every year we feed the three wisdoms, and in return they protect our village. They bring us protection, peace and wealth to our land. They used to visit us all the time. My Grandmother told me the story of when she was a little girl and she saw the wisdoms. Once My people realized we would no longer see the wisdoms, Priestess Reyna held a challenge to fulfill the task to get them back. For a decade we have went to the mountains to get to our old village Ihunanya is where we started, the love village. Where the statue of our Great Mother Oyo sits between the rivers, her statue and a wall split the waters so we could live with flowing water. One day when it stormed, it shook the mountains. When the storm slowed down they seen them in the sky the tyto, the horned and mountain owl was in a circle above Oyo and flew in circles. Father Esteban watched the three wisdoms with weary and listening eyes. He called our people and said that we needed to go, to carry as much as we can and grab our animals and go. When night fell we headed down the mountains. It was a long night our people were tired, Mothers carrying children, Fathers pulling their horses. When our people finally made it to bottom they heard a loud boom and water flooded down the mountains. My people were at the bottom and satisfied we did not endure the damage. My people started a new village, they made a barn for the animals and homes for our families. Father Esteban named our new home Oganihu Village. The wisdoms came and visited our village and many years went by until they no longer visited. This year unbeknownst to my Father, I will go and do the trial. When the morning rose I got up and got dressed. I ran to the and listened to Priestess Reyna
By Allesandra Luadragon4 years ago in Fiction
The Boy, The Girl, and The Barn Owl
The little boy kicked in the dirt. The little boy hoped that the stones embedded in the dirt would come loose so that he could use them, to shoot cans, in his target practice. The boy had just made his first slingshot, like he’d seen Rory at school have at lunch time – in the play yard.
By Anita Walker4 years ago in Fiction
The Racoon and The Fox
There was one time when a racoon family was waiting for their first baby, they were so excited and the mom racoon said to dad racoon: You know, I’m really excited because its going to be our first baby racoon said mom racoon. “Yes, me too’’ said dad racoon, I really hope all goes well. Time passed by and the day came, both of them were really excited, a little while passed and there it was, Their first baby racoon. They both cried out of happiness and they decided to name her Candy, because she was just as sweet as a real candy. Candy learned to crawl and then to walk, and in no time she was speaking just as well. When she was 4, she wanted to play with the other racoon kids because she felt lonely, but none of them wanted to play with her. Candy felt really sad, and this stayed like this until she was in her last year of elementary school.
By Santos D Ventura Fernandez4 years ago in Fiction
