Fable

Instructions From The Neighborhood Watch
Attention: This is a formal announcement from "The Neighborhood Watch." Attention - "All Walkers" And I Mean All The Walkers- Men- Women-Children-The Elderly
By Gregory Payton27 days ago in Fiction
The Letters That Arrived Too Late
The first letter arrived on a Tuesday morning, sealed in blue wax and addressed in handwriting that Emma instantly recognized.
By Asghar ali awan27 days ago in Fiction
Immortal? To Hell!
”Where am I?” Putin asked, feeling out his face. The words came out garbled, splatting blood all over his hands. “Hell!” someone boomed.
By Lana V Lynx27 days ago in Fiction
The Day Everyone Stopped Looking at the Sky
On the morning the sky changed, no one noticed. Cars moved through traffic like obedient insects. Coffee cups steamed in bored hands. Notifications buzzed, chimed, and blinked like impatient fireflies demanding attention. Heads were bowed—not in prayer, not in reflection, but in devotion to glowing screens.
By Yasir khan29 days ago in Fiction
I Want to Be Immortal, But Not in Hell!
"Please, stop torturing me!" Putin pleaded to the demons who were propping his eyelids with hot metal rods and cutting off his lips to remove excess Botox.
By Lana V Lynx30 days ago in Fiction
The Baker's Paradox
Rutaa wiped the sweat draining off his bald head like a stream before drinking an entire goblet of water. The water wasn’t cool, nothing in his bakery was cool at the best of times, but the festival wasn't the best of times for a baker. He appreciated the humble reprieve none the less.
By Matthew J. Frommabout a month ago in Fiction
Immortal on Christmas
Putin stood through the Christmas service at the St.George Church, swaying from one foot to another, thinking Masha should do something to that damn knee pain.
By Lana V Lynxabout a month ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a peaceful village nestled between vast hills and serene lakes, lived a boy named Ayan. He was known for his quiet nature, yet his mind was bursting with dreams. Unlike his peers who were satisfied with routine, Ayan longed for adventure, exploration, and achievement—all synonyms of the ambitions he nurtured silently.
By meerjananabout a month ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and calm lakes, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was quiet by nature, often seen sitting under the old fig tree with a faraway look in his eyes. While others played, he would sketch mountains, write in his worn notebook, and stare at the peaks beyond the horizon.
By meerjananabout a month ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Attic
There was a house on the edge of the village that no one spoke of, not unless the wind was still and the night felt too long. It stood at the top of the hill, half-hidden by ivy and time, its windows clouded with dust, its porch sagging under the weight of years. The other children said it was cursed. They claimed they’d seen shadows where there should be none, heard laughter when the house had been empty for decades.
By meerjananabout a month ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjananabout a month ago in Fiction
Keep On Walking
Introduction I have had this image from The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook saved for a while, and in some ways, it makes me think of my situation on Vocal. Everyone encourages me and is supportive, but a solution to my issue is unlikely to emerge, so I have to keep on using my workaround.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Fiction