Fable
That's Bull sh*t
“PREPOSTEROUS!” She yelled. “There’s no way that story is anywhere near true. Those two legged monsters lie so much. I don’t know what to believe anymore. You remember what they said about the fighting, right? Those are battles we could have easily won, except for the important details they left out about the swords! Eefing red capes! You believe that human sh*t?! Oh, poor Rico. Ay dios mio,” as she made the sign of the cross.
Danya WhitePublished 3 years ago in FictionRise of the Meek
The bull was unhappy. The grass was drying up and all of his mates were taken away from him. The pools and puddles that had once sustained him were empty, the air was hot and heavy and the sky shone with glaring discomfort and not a single shade bearing cloud to shield him. The trees were denuded, and their skeletal branches provided no relief. He circled his range, his hooves kicking up dust along a track well worn. He was alone. And yet he abided.
Brian GraceyPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Window
“Never open the window.” That was the first thing I was told as soon as I walked into the bedroom. My new bedroom, my new home. It was a hotel, but still. It had been years since I was last here, but it was still one of my favorite places to go when life took a downturn. And it did. I lost my job, a job I worked at for three years, and what do you know when you lose your job? You book a flight and spend a week at one of your favorite hotels.
Mesuur IorkighirPublished 3 years ago in FictionLegend, Myth or Dare
The lake had been frozen for years or certainly as far back as I could remember. I had lived in the area from birth and I didn't remember a time when the lake had thawed. It was the ideal way to start a legend or myth and I smiled as I recalled the local legend stretching back years.
Annette FriarPublished 3 years ago in FictionMaterial Boy
I once heard the story of a young man who wished to join a closed religious order. He was instructed by the Father Abbot to spend some time in solitude, living an aesthetic life, so as to be sure of his vocation.
Tristan StonePublished 3 years ago in FictionAn Audience with the Beast
The peak of twilight was the hour of mischief for little Enna and Joseph, and though this was not their first night of misdeeds, none before had been so perilous. Crouching, they weaved with the clumsy feet of children through the wheat field. The boy was a head taller than Enna, though her heart was bold, and she led him through as swiftly as she could. Silently as they tried, the dogs’ barks grew more fearsome, and the gold of the setting sun highlighted every frightened wrinkle of the boy’s gaunt face.
Edward M VeraPublished 3 years ago in FictionElsewhere
I want to preface this by telling you no I don’t have any proof that this is true, or real... or however you want to put it. If you don’t believe me, I don't blame you.
Megan FowlerPublished 3 years ago in FictionCatharsis
Amador had thrashed up until the moment the tranquillizers grabbed him and dragged him down into darkness. His eyes were vicious brown, his mouth frothing white, his broad black shoulders lathered full up in sweat.
Adeleine GrubbPublished 3 years ago in FictionHELL OF HADES
Behind in the distance the three-headed dog’s mad barking and baying subsided as he rose high enough, out of the catacombs and necropolis. He climbed the many flights with vigor in the luster of half dark and the ruddy, oily shade cast from the torches. Glinting below each, the encasements of the sconces were bronze and smelted in the shape of a bullhead. His grainy silhouette played off the perforated whitewashed walls, unnerving in the silence. In a swallowing spiral all of the staircases spun off another concentrically. Beyond, at the top where the last dim remnant of torchlight faltered ahead, he stepped forth and out to enter the maze of the beast.
James B. William R. LawrencePublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Tale of Alfons
It was Autumn in the Bryll forest--a most beautiful combination of time and place--which is why Alfons had chosen this particular time of year to make his way from Stadt'Val to Stadt'Har. The trees here were beyond lovely; Their silver trunks towered one hundred feet up, and, this being Autumn, their fallen leaves turned the ground at their feet into a sea of gold. As magical and full of life as this forest was, the only sign was the vague chirping of birds every so often--that is, apart from Alfons' own steps, squeaky rolling of cart wheels and the hoof clops of his...particularly large and furry traveling companion, Bartemus. He was a bull, and not just any. He was the largest anyone had ever seen! At least, the largest Alfons had ever seen. He didn't like to brag, you know.
Alex Van SlykePublished 3 years ago in FictionPrisoner of Crystal
Bull vs market , shorts, nude shorts, black pants, and custom made. It's okay if you are doing not know what these words mean. Hell I even have never done much within the previous few weeks. I'm not an economist or anything like that, I'm a welding. But I even have always been interested by all the crazy ways we'll make money or even the slightest odds. I knew that cash could bring out the worst in people but holy filth I didn't realize how bad money and pursuit could make people. which i do know of all the very dark things i'd rather not mention . But what i'm talking about is what's considered a "white collar crime (s)". another time we all know that they are all liars and deceivers, who trample on many toes and fingers to urge to where they're . i do know that, I’m not naïve. But within the top , it's just a matter of some time before subsequent big thing happens. Hewu.
bhup raj. kandelPublished 3 years ago in FictionBEASTS OF WISDOM
The young man’s face was flickering orange and red from the illumination of the flame on the wax candle just inches from his face. He stared out across a smattering of people of all ages and skin tones packed together in little groups around the brightly decorated room. HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAMES was spelled out across a banner on the other end of the long room.