Fable
Mothers'
Today is a special day for all mothers'. The years culmination of a grand event called motherhood. I never really knew how much i appreciated my mother, until this day. And when this day comes to an end, I will know that it will be all for naught. Watching this scene play out like a short end of a mozzarella branch.
Alex JennettPublished about 6 hours ago in Fiction
The Ranger In The Garden
Somewhere in the legendary garden on Profit Ability Island Ranger Gotham was tending to his red, white, and blue uniform duties guarding the almighty dollar.
Marc OBrienPublished a day ago in Fiction
The Orange and the Grapefruit
The Orange and the Grapefruit Jonathan “And then he did exactly what he did to the Orange !”
Tom KissackPublished 5 days ago in Fiction
Frank’s Flambés
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley, but when there were, they were usually enticed there by parties thrown by high profile Los Angeles celebrities.
Katherine PotvinPublished 5 days ago in FictionKimberly Johnson and the Two Mean Snakes
Once upon a time there was a handsome girl called Kimberly Johnson. She was on the way to see her Alex Parker, when she decided to take a short cut through Kennel Vale.
Baby Dragons
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Peter and Larry were best friends. They were ten year old boys. They discover rare dragon eggs at the foot of the mountain.
Mariann CarrollPublished 7 days ago in FictionThe Great & Cacklin' Glakin
**** Little Leeplu the lug squatted in a puddle, her face buried in her hands, tears splattering between webbed fingers. Beside her lay a small bell, its leather loop grotesquely severed.
Jason HauserPublished 10 days ago in FictionMaddox Darkblade
In any given situation, the one thing Maddox always did was keep a cool head on his shoulders much as his passions consumed him at times he never let it affect anything he did in his work. Having been out in the marketplace and following the King’s Adviser the way the man acted towards people with the motivation of the treasonous plans he had for the kingdom found him repulsive. Yet at the same time could not help but admire the man’s level of independent thought. Maddox was not treasonous in any way, shape or form. He was there to protect and serve the King in his role as a nobleman, yet leading his double life as King’s Executioner sometimes made him question his own motives.
Kimberly HoarePublished 21 days ago in FictionIron Rookery
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley,” she muttered. She meant the Valley of the Firmament, a landscape the dragons hoped to reach through the constellations. There was no one to hear her grumbles and mutterings. The stars weren’t out yet. Atop the Arrol Gantry, 228ft in the air, nestled the dragon Saire (sigh-EAR). She passed the time with hope. Dragons were beings of landscape, on the edge of the unknown, and she could not have helped but be drawn to the way the humans were adding the ocean itself to their territories. How very draconic!
Matthew DanielsPublished 22 days ago in Fiction
Timpul trece
Time passes in front of my eyes ... yes, we argue, we hide, we lie, we offend and this is not perfect. Everything you do hurts me a lot, no matter if it's the first words or gestures ... even a "I love you" hurts me, I feel like you're saying it just because I told you first or out of obligation not to I feel bad, not that there won't be days when I tell you I love you and you just tell me no matter what your time ...
Bogdan ElenaPublished about a month ago in Fiction
The Man, The House, and The Gnome
Once upon a time there lived a man who inherited his ancestral house. The house was a Victorian style, with enough bedrooms and living space for comfort, but not so spacious as to feel empty when there were no guests. The person, named Adam, loved everything about the house. He loved the rooms, and the back yard spaces, he loved the kitchen and living space, he especially loved that the house’s age gave his parties a kind of extravagant flare more modern homes lacked.
Judah LoVatoPublished about a month ago in FictionMy Dearest Miranda
I have to apologize for the contempt for not responding to your last letter immediately. I hope you will forgive me when I explain.
