Fable

Rain
Rain By Mark McGowan The clouds above, began to weep. Rain sat alone, at the foot of the mountain surrounded by red sandstone. He looked far above, he saw the intimidation of the sky. The peak sat just below, as the waning sun drifted down ever so slow.
By Mark McGowan4 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of the Gentle Green Giant and Fin
During Medieval times in a town known as Svolvaer; situated above the invisible line of the Arctic Circle, in the northern most part of Norway, the Vikings ruled the lands. Where a thousand fjords disrupted the lands with frosty salt water, and mountain tops dominated most of the remaining landscape: where the summer months were few, but daylight dominated the skies: where the winter months were frigid and challenging, and sunshine was as scarce as food. There lived two teenage boys; one whom was known by the townspeople as the Gentle Giant, and the other one was nicknamed Little Fin.
By Vincent Tomas4 years ago in Fiction
Ozymandias and the Black Quartz Sphinx
The sun burned into the sand with wasping fervor. A Man came stepping upon the sun scorched sand, a platoon of men surrounding Him, unfazed by the coarse heat of the desert. A simple pyramid, about 100 meters tall, stood in His path. As they pushed forward, the sands shifted like snakes slithering on top of one another, changing the scenery with the party’s movement forward.
By Alex Arabie4 years ago in Fiction
CERUS'S TEQRON
Walking towards the target he felt disgruntled, the Teqron spoke when he slept, he dreamed the name "Cerus Trius." “How long?”. How long since he was nothing but a boy he pondered, remembering the gift on his family porch.
By Blair J Allan4 years ago in Fiction
Voracious
I. Post-Grad And upon the final punctuation of what felt to be its own Wagnerian opera, a tear dropped from my eye, only to be caught by the yellowed pages of the paperback that I could only deem to be long overlooked.
By J.C. Traverse4 years ago in Fiction
The Music of the 22nd Century
I was in London. At least, once upon a time it was London. Now it was a huge meadow. Nothing really remained of the city. There were a few parking lots all cracked and weeded over. Occasionally you’d stumble on a pile of bricks or a block of masonry. Perhaps an architrave from Westminster Abbey, maybe a quoin from St. Paul’s, or even a sett from Oxford Street! In all likelihood it was nothing more than rubble from Kennington. But who cares? In the centre of the meadow stood a large, one-storey wooden shack, called El Farolito. This was all that remained of London: a Mexican bar. Nothing remotely English about it. The last watering hole on the edge of the island, and from here on civilisation ended.
By John Quirke Darcy4 years ago in Fiction
The Stone Princess: Prologue
There were many rumors about The Stone Kingdom. Some said its ruler went mad and turned her subjects into stone. Some said her most trusted advisor framed her. Some said her incompetence brought a curse upon the kingdom. Some said she tried to stop a great threat but wasn’t strong enough. Whatever the truth was, every version of the tale could agree on three things. There was a kingdom in which the inhabitants, including its ruler, turned to stone. The ruins of The Stone Kingdom were located in the woods outside the small town, and no one who entered The Stone Kingdom ever came back.
By Morgan Rhianna Bland4 years ago in Fiction
Bread-Boy and Not-an-Elf
Taliesen corn-born, unglamorous and bready skinned, stayed in the sea for 7 years. After 7 years he found himself drifting near the green bulk of Ireland, and was caught up in a net. Fish nibbled at his feet, took crumbs of him into their mouths and puffed them out again with mouths in Os, their faces full of surprise.
By Alice J. Barker4 years ago in Fiction
The Silence of Trees
Deep in the Caledonian Forest, a heart beats its final beat. The cadence is watery, in memory of bloom. The memory of soft air and the shy twinge of sunlight speckling down upon it. It beats for petrichor, for silk sodden earth.
By Kate E Mutter4 years ago in Fiction
Engel and the Bloody Hare
Whether you like it or not, there was once a boy called Engel. He was of little consequence, as most children are, but little things often prove themselves bigger by the problems they create. The time had come for his thirteenth birthday and Uncle Reuben had sworn to take him hunting to celebrate the occasion. Engel, himself, could not have wished for anything worse and reasoned that he was not likely to survive the ordeal on account of his weak stomach. He could not bear to witness so much as a chicken’s beheading and cried for hours after his father made respective thighs, breasts, and wings out of his well-esteemed Margaret.
By L. Mazzeo4 years ago in Fiction
Thaw Creatures
Introduction Living Conditions It is the year 2097 and almost 73% of the Polar Ice Caps have melted since the completion of "The Vast Shift". In 2032 the Earth's axis completely switched polarities and melted the glaciers. Most of what is the northern part of North America is at the North pole and under what is remaining of ice. The sun moved closer to the Earth and humans are unable to live above ground. They can soak up the suns energy and grow food in the shade, but if a living being were to step into the direct sun, they would receive major fourth-degree burns.
By Angela Gerber4 years ago in Fiction
Prince Particular
(Note: This fairytale is my attempt at showing support for the Neurodivergent community, and providing them with a fairytale retelling of their own. Modern terms like "Autistic" and "Autistic Spectrum" are not used here, but people familar with these conditions should be able to recognise and relate to the personality traits depicted in this story.)
By Fairy Tale Fanboy4 years ago in Fiction