Fable
Paul Stewart: The Kingmaker of Vocal
Heavy the crown that wears the man. Weighty the responsibility that said man wields. Said man being me. There is nothing throwaway or even remotely slight and insignificant about what I do. A well-timed comment and a like from me can lead you onto great and wonderful things around these parts. Eclipsing my own success entirely. Just one first place and a plethora of Top Stories are all I have to my name. While those I paved the way for and who I helped encourage and inspire, have overshadowed me.
Paul StewartPublished about 3 hours ago in FictionThe Moon Princess
In a realm where the moon held sway over the hearts of all beings, there lived a princess whose radiance rivaled that of the celestial orb itself. She was Lumina, the Moon Princess, born under the gentle glow of a full moon, her destiny woven into the fabric of the cosmos.
Ekombe hauPublished about 6 hours ago in FictionSymphony of the Unseen
In a quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods, there existed an enigmatic legend known only to a few. It spoke of a horn, carved from the ancient trees that guarded the secrets of the forest. Whispers in the wind told of its powers—capable of summoning creatures of the night, or so the tale went.
Ekombe hauPublished about 11 hours ago in FictionSolitude's Symphony
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the cacophony of life's hustle and bustle, there existed a hidden world of solitary souls. Among them, were women whose solitude was not merely a state of being but a profound narrative woven into the fabric of their existence.
Ekombe hauPublished about 13 hours ago in FictionThe Unreturned Love
In the heart of bustling London, amidst the chaotic symphony of honking horns and hurried footsteps, there existed a quaint bookstore named "Wisteria Words." It was here that the tale of unreturned love unfolded, a story woven with threads of hope, longing, and the bittersweet melody of missed chances.
Ekombe hauPublished about 13 hours ago in FictionThe Crimson Tempest
In the annals of maritime history, amidst the tumultuous waves and treacherous winds, there sailed a vessel whose name sent shivers down the spine of sailors and merchants alike - The Crimson Tempest. Yet, behind the legend of this notorious pirate ship lay a story of love, betrayal, and heartbreak, woven into the very fabric of its existence.
Ekombe hauPublished about 13 hours ago in FictionBeneath the Moonlit Waves
In the ethereal depths of the ocean, where the moonlight danced upon the waves, there existed a realm unknown to the world above—a realm where mermaids dwelled in tranquil harmony. Among them was a mermaid named Lysandra, whose beauty rivaled the shimmering sea itself.
Ekombe hauPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionThe Strange Encounter with a Mouse
I had always thought of myself as a rational person, not given to flights of fancy or superstition. But that all changed one fateful night when I had a strange encounter with a mouse.
Isra SaleemPublished about 16 hours ago in FictionA Tale of Solace
In the vast expanse of the Antarctic, where icy winds howl and glaciers stand sentinel, there lived a penguin named Pippin. Pippin was unlike the other penguins in his colony. While they reveled in the camaraderie of their fellow birds, Pippin often found solace in solitude, lost in the depths of his own contemplations.
Ekombe hauPublished about 18 hours ago in Fiction138 — Electrostatic Arrogance
There is a Limbo, despite its ecclesiastical decommission. It persists. There's a place for everything, and Limbo still serves a purpose.
Gerard DiLeoPublished a day ago in FictionThe Horrifying Stories Behind the Disney Classics
Do you recall a recent moment when you have grown to be a bit older, well above the age when you would watch your favorite Disney classic with difficulty tying your shoelace by yourself?Tightly hugging your mom, she sat next to you on the sofa and her face expressed expressions of both joy and disgust. And also, it was a very challenging time, when you were in the mode of “Doing everything yourself. ”Such were those seemingly unending days that littered my mind with countless memories and tails.
Amine OubihPublished a day ago in FictionThe Mercenary's Miscalculation
Aethel nursed a lukewarm mug of unidentified, vaguely green liquid in his cramped quarters aboard the sputtering freighter. Rain lashed against the hull, drumming a monotonous rhythm. This wasn't quite the high life he'd envisioned after leaving the Chapter. He craved the camaraderie, the purpose, the roar of bolter fire. Here, he was just another weathered mercenary, another cog in the mercenary machine.
Carlos BorbaPublished a day ago in Fiction