Fable
Wasting Time
There once was a man named Mr. Busy who took great pride in his work. "Don't procrastinate! Don't put off for tomorrow what you can do today!" he would often say in response to anyone who asked hnow he gained his success. For you see, Mr. Busy was a very wealthy businessman and was very dedicated to his wealth and gaining more of it.
By Korreain Johnson5 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror.
Running through the woods, Jane moves faster and hears footsteps faster following her. Jane turns her head and continues to run. Her heart beats faster and faster as she hears the footsteps grow louder and louder. Jane looks back only to see nothing. Yet, she hears the footsteps. “Is anyone there?”, Jane screams as she stops. “Come out wherever you are, I am not afraid of you. When Jane turns around, behold there is a trail. A trail that she has never seen before. A little boy whispers to her, “Come, follow me”. Jane runs after the little boy and dashes through the trail. The little boy is dressed in a long white robe and seems to have what looks like a heart shaped locket. The little boy opens the locket and out comes a butterfly.The butterfly has the most amazing design and colors. The wings of the butterfly move so freely and swiftly through the crisp air. Jane's eyes are enchanted by the butterfly and she can't take her eyes off it's course. The butterfly moves in a circle and three times around Jane and then flies back to the little boy inside the heart shaped locked. The heart shaped Locket then disappears out of the boy “s hands. “Where are you taking me?” “Come, follow me, the little boy whispers again. Jane follows the young boy to an open field. “What is this, where is this,” Jane says to the little boy. “You decide, come with me.” The little boy then claps three times and there appears a new trail. This time the trail leads to what looks like a cemetery. The cemetery looks dark and there is an old black bird that appears on tops of the gate at the front entrance of the cemetery. The headstones from the graves all appear to have the same message, "heart of stone"? from Jane's eyes. "Why do all these headstones say the same thing", Jane whispered, looking bamboozled. What is this, where are you taking me? Breathe, the little boy insists. Just breathe. Someone wants to see you. A cloud appears and then appears an older woman moves closer to Jane. “Jane, Jane”, the woman screams louder and louder. Look at me, yes, you, look at me. I am your reflection. This will be what you look like in the future if you do not follow the trail of your dreams. I am your reflection. You have the strength walk to the trail of life. You decide. Follow the trail of life, or the trail of death to your grave. The bitterness and hostility you have for those that have betrayed you will eat away at your flesh. The headstones that you saw, indeed all said the same thing, "heart of stone". Look at the two reflections in front of you. "Jane, what are you going to do with the reflection you see"? You can change where you are only if you see your reflection. You choose. The cemetery that you saw could be a garden. Full of wonder, excitement, joy and peace. The graves that you saw were filled with people who did not forgive and who all had a heart of stone. The garden of life will lead to a life full of peace, fulfillment, and happiness. Forgive yourself and forgive others. Listen to your heart and follow your dreams. The butterfly appears to Jane again and drops the heart shaped locket in her hands. Do not allow bitterness and hatred to consume you. This can determine Jane, where you go. Do you wish to stay in this cemetery or can we walk the trail to the garden of life and happiness. The darkness will only last for a short time if you open your heart". You must remember to release yourself to bitterness, envy and hatred. These things will surely lead you back to the cemetery you saw walking. Look at and feel the present moment. Jane looks down at the heart shaped locket in her hands and opens it. Out goes the butterfly and flies high in the air. A mirror appears and Jane walks through it. The butterfly whispers to Jane, follow me. Now is your time to choose your path. “Where are we going?”
By Dreamy Studios LLC5 years ago in Fiction
Holy Redeemer
When I close my eyes, all I see is you. Face bare against the grass. Body languid. When She looked closer, there wasn’t anything that could have hid the way they found one another. The tree themselves had been whispering for days, begging in hushed voices for them to come closer. Closer, come closer,
By Kendall Eisler5 years ago in Fiction
Alek
Thinly shined the intensely burning light from the upper window of my cell, albeit it was slightly refreshing as I hadn't seen any type of "sunlight" in literal months. I didn't exactly know when it was, days and months got lost in translation some time ago. After the war humanity turned to it's true animalistic side and ravaged the entire planet for whatever it wanted or could get its hands on.
By Nicholas M Steiner5 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Yangsy Rivers
In the cave that night, before she died, his mother told him that the only way to prevent human extinction was to recover the heart-shaped locket and return it’s presence to the few remaining people on earth before they murdered one another into extinction, which I mentioned before. The locket, as she’d told him, possessed the ability to awaken love in the human heart on sight. It’s absence though, had caused the entire human race to forget love, and man had fallen into a state of perpetual fear and violence. As Yangsy already knew, the king on the hill held the locket, and for years now he’d refused to leave his castle, knowing it’s power, and being aware that without it the world was falling apart. In fact, there remained only one human gathering on Earth, and it was the land surrounding the king’s castle. A viscous war zone that was once the Los Angeles. “Son,” his mother said, while they sat around the fire eating rabbit meat he’d caught earlier in the day, “I have a feeling I won’t live to see tomorrow.”
By Nick Lavin5 years ago in Fiction
Nature's Daughter
Once upon a time, in a quaint cottage hidden away in the woods, there lived a girl by the name of Lycelle. If her sereneness wasn’t enough a clue of her harmony with nature, one might pick it up from how supernaturally she belonged in her little clearing among the trees. From her dark hair falling in loops like the cascading leaves of the willow trees to the way her eyes of earthy garnet and skin of deep sepia seemed to seep the same soothing warmth the very ground she walked on did.
By Sasha Winner5 years ago in Fiction
Her & I
Her chest felt pale and sticky under me as I was sinking into her. If you were to lift me, I’d leave a heart-shaped mark on her chest. It was my spot; It showed that I will always be there with her. Speaking of heart, I remember when hers used to beat. It was when she was with her family. I’m talking about before she tested positive, before her coughs, before her fevers, and before her pneumonia.
By Sterson Stepha5 years ago in Fiction
New World Xaos
“Unsettling oceans linger in your thoughts at night, we suspect. “You came home on break from school first Christmas after you'd gone away...you know you can tell me, signal me somehow, if you remember, if you start to remember; remember remembering can be like trying to catch fireflies in a jar, a spark that can get away unless you make to catch it just so.
By Jordan Cundiff5 years ago in Fiction
The Lost Cities
Nana Hendrics was a plump old woman, who mostly laid in bed these days, or watched the news. Sometimes, she’d sit and make clothes for her children when the lights worked. Nowadays, the lights rarely worked. Most things in Atlantis did not work much anymore. Nana Hendricks was one of the few who recalled life before the sea took it all and swallowed the world whole. She recalled the sun on her face and sand between her toes at the beach. She remembered snow, and the chill in the air during fall. She remembered, and she told her daughter the stories of those last few years. Of memories long gone and mostly removed from the aquatic world they now lived in. She sat in her favorite chair, staring out the window to see the glass. They were one of the lucky ones; They had a house close to the walls and could see the seemingly endless deep blue of the ocean. They saw fish and sea life pass near them each day. When she was a girl, she'd been so enamored with it. She'd sit there for hours and stare at it all, watching the animals she could name.
By Juliet Napier5 years ago in Fiction
