Fable
~ Dear Cousin Shee!~
07/07/0000 Dear Cousin Shee, Thank-you for sending us our first ever tree house letter. It was such a wonderful surprise to see an envelope in our tree-house mail box! It was indeed great to learn our hope was true that there is a post officer here at after all.
By Jennifer Cooley22 days ago in Fiction
The Devil's Cut . Top Story - January 2026.
“Comrade, finally you’re awake.” The voice was smooth, sensual. A flickering incandescent bar was all that lit the white, sterile room. All Vladimir remembered was everything going black. He tried to move his arms and found them strapped to the gurney.
By Matthew J. Fromm23 days ago in Fiction
Instructions for Returning to a Place That No Longer Exists. Runner-Up in Instructions Included Challenge.
I. Purpose of This Document These instructions exist because return has been explicitly requested. Please note that they are not an endorsement of the request, nor should their existence be interpreted as confirmation that return is advisable, safe, or even possible in any way commonly understood. This document addresses procedure only.
By Shannon Hilson24 days ago in Fiction
Unfinished
Once upon a time, not so long ago, in a kingdom full of bright green meadows and sprawling, densely packed forestry. Smaller villages and towns lined the rough roads that intertwined towards the castle. All roads indeed led to Castle Muckle Glaikit. The proud Unbarmherzig royal family had inhabited the castle for many centuries. Although generally well liked, King Eroberer, Queen Eitel, and their children—Prince Tumb and Princess Verderblich—were respected accordingly.
By Paul Stewart25 days ago in Fiction
The Pot Boiling Over
Once, there was a pot of about 340 million drops and droplets. Most of them would like to think they lived together peacefully for decades, but that wasn’t true. Different regions struggled, sometimes fought, with each other. And the mainstreams still often pursued and attacked the minorities. Law enforcers sometimes pushed minority drops out of the pot, never to be seen again.
By Gabriel Shames25 days ago in Fiction
Cave Painting. AI-Generated.
A fist goes flying into the face of Rubis, the sheer impact sending him flying back and crashing down hard on the sandy terrain. Several taller young volkin boys surround the battered youngster and cackle at his misfortune with jabbing jeers to add insult to injury. The one that landed the punch that grounded him sneers in post victory and demands that the younger volkin stand up and face he and his crew. Daring his words, Rubis stood up on weary legs. He wipes away the blood from his lips on the back of his hand and resumes a fighting stance. With balled fists up and stark eyes squared on the bullies, Rubis readies himself.
By Kelly Johnson26 days ago in Fiction
