Fable
A Jamaica Tale Story
In the heart of Jamaica, where the vibrant colors of the Caribbean Sea meet the emerald hues of the Blue Mountains, lies the quaint village of Marleyvale. Surrounded by lush forests and cascading waterfalls, Marleyvale is a place where time seems to stand still, and the echoes of ancient tales linger in the air.
Alecia HarriottPublished about 24 hours ago in FictionWhispers of Moonlight
In the heart of a forgotten town, where the cobblestone streets whispered tales of bygone days and the stars painted the sky with their ethereal glow, there lived a vampire boy named Ji-Hoon Moonshadow. His existence was a solitary one, haunted by the shadows of his past and the insatiable hunger that gnawed at his very essence. But amidst the darkness that surrounded him, there flickered a glimmer of hope—a yearning for something more, something he scarcely dared to believe in.
- Top Story - March 2024
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
Skyler SaundersPublished 2 days ago in Fiction - Top Story - April 2024
Hall of mirrors
Things used to matter, before all the noise. And at that time when things still had meaning, there had been dreaming too, when dreams still mattered. And the brightest dream from those times was full of mountains and seas and smiles and the types of passion that absorbs you the way a dog is absorbed by witnessing something for the first time: with absolute presence, and awe.
Giulia VitiPublished 2 days ago in Fiction Ecclesia Salvatori
Authors note: This is written from the perspective of those in the world. Not everything written or believed is accurate to the reality of what happened and many contesting views are held by other races.
Tomos JacksonPublished 2 days ago in FictionMagical Love
In the bustling streets of Seoul, amidst the vibrant city lights and bustling crowds, there lived a girl named Ji-Yoo. Orphaned at a young age, she found herself navigating the harsh realities of life with only her resilience to lean on. But despite her gentle demeanor and kind heart, Ji-Yoo seemed to be cursed by the judgmental eyes of those around her.
Open Oh Wretched Earth
The cannon's recoil shook the sand between the bags lining their earthworks. Again and again, the artillery batteries roared, pumping shell after shell filled with an arcane mixture of magnesium and sulfur into the once lush green Canadian hinterland. Rodney thought nothing could suffer the power they unleashed upon that forest.
Matthew FrommPublished 3 days ago in FictionThree Billy Goats Gruff
Once upon a time, there was a lush pasture. The only way to get to it was via a stone arch bridge over a swift stream. The owner of the pasture was fixated on preventing the goats next door from getting across because they ate everything he grew. So he found a homeless troll and offered him the job.
Gerard DiLeoPublished 3 days ago in FictionRap, Unzel
Long ago, a young couple wed and wanted a child. They knew how to make one and practiced often, but to no avail. They blamed each other, but kept trying, because back in the “long ago” there wasn't much else to do, and hey, it was fun!
Dana CrandellPublished 3 days ago in FictionThe Trophy Wife
Laura sat on the edge of the bed and looked around the shabby motel room. An old TV sat in the corner. The dust collected on it told her it no longer worked. The walls had been dyed yellow by the number of smokers who had used the room. Condensation ran races down the inside of the windows.
Sam H ArnoldPublished 3 days ago in Fiction115—Sirens, Part II: Orpheus
Orpheus tasted the air. He saw the stars above, harmonizing in their secret way with the men who toiled at ropes and sails. He heard the music of the spheres, wafting in waves, seeking accompaniment.
Gerard DiLeoPublished 3 days ago in Fiction114—Sirens, Part I: Odysseus
He tasted that salty spray taste. He thought of the music of the spheres heard by Pythagoras. Now he hoped to hear something divine on Earth.
Gerard DiLeoPublished 3 days ago in Fiction