Fable
Tyger, Tyger Burning Bright
Introduction The inspiration for this short tale is inspired by the introduction to the William Blake poem and the Vocal "Whispering Woods" Challenge.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 3 days ago in Fiction- Top Story - March 2024
The Ballads of Trees
~*~ Between Here and There lay a mixed-woods forest. Of an age unknown, its existence was wedged between sandy fields of tobacco, deer filled plains and a sheer drop into a meandering river with which it battled daily to hold its ground.
Call Me LesPublished 3 days ago in Fiction Black Jungle
Black Jungle I thought I had seen the worst thing I’ve ever seen in my life. Young as I may be, I’ve combed the tired beach of my home of a freshly lost battle, washing to shore for coin to eat off of. How appalling it was to watch a coach run in flames, the owner’s whereabouts unknown, locked to two exhausted horses, choosing a cliff to fix their unfortunate circumstances. Take today. I came across the heads of former comrades posted at the entrance to the fork side that I wished I had time to look closer at before trying to lose my pursuers. That I did, if not immediately on the reputation of the path of Noir Libertalia, the three that stayed on my horse’s ass dropped out in screams faster than I can swear I’m going. Trees creaked like they were discovering applause as I tried not to consider that some of those branches were bones. And I must admit that the severed foot that landed in my lap, boot slid away before the foot; the worst thing I’ve ever smelled, of course. No. The worst thing I’ve seen was a minute ago, which was my horse’s ass shitting itself, fading into the fog-laced trees without me. Lost in the coldest part of the night; what a night my thievery has led me into?!
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In the heart of the Forsaken Realm, where murmurs linger like phantoms and obscurity reigns supreme, lies a realm cloaked in enigma. Its name is obscured beneath layers of neglected lore and ancient hexes. Few dare to tread its accursed grounds, for those who do seldom return.
QuillQuestPublished 3 days ago in FictionPando
The new beings in this place have named us Pando, to our understanding. That understanding is significant as we have seen the two legged beasts with the strange sounds that mean things, build civilization. It is not as civil as ours, but it is civilization. Those creatures as inventive as they are are selfish in their idea of consciousness. They do not think we are alive, but we are the largest living being on earth. We breathe together, we are intertwined in a way that even their brains, those inventive machines, could never understand. We come from the mother seed, the thing that connects our family throughout our existence.
Hell
The base of the huge grandfather clock stood stark and ominous against the night sky as a supermoon glowed eerily beyond the horizon. Tonight, my mind played tricks, for my reality had seemingly begun to lapse into the absurd. In my confused and disoriented state, the moon appeared sinister, brooding and terrifying as her light shone a fearsome orange glow upon the dreary night.
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The Mystical Sapphire Forest exists in an enchanted, tranquil and scenic landscape of indescribable beauty. It lies tucked away in a long secluded valley and is colorfully bounded by gently sloped concave sides. This idyllic Goidelic 'gleann' is mystic and rich in Irish and Scottish Gaelic charm. Steep hills stand guard over this hidden nell in majestic ethereal beauty and the inhabitants are lovingly shrouded in bright mysterious incandescent, radiant light.
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The House on the Hill The old house stood on a hill, overlooking the town below. It had been empty for years, and people said it was haunted.
Chronicles of Time: A Journey Through History's Gateway
1. The Discovery A young child, full of curiosity, climbs up to the attic in search of forgotten treasures. As they rummage through dusty old boxes and piles of forgotten belongings, their eyes land on a mysterious book hidden in a corner. The cover is weathered and faded, revealing intricate designs and strange symbols that pique the child's interest.
Peter GikonyoPublished 4 days ago in FictionEchoes of Enchantment: Battling the Trolls
In the heart of the ancient Whispering Woods, where moonbeams danced with the leaves and the air hummed with secrets, there stood a tree unlike any other. Ashenroot, the Guardian of the Forest, was not only wise but also cherished by the fairies, mythical beings, nymphs, and even the mischievous sprites that called the woods their home.
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Austin CoxPublished 4 days ago in FictionTimber Tom
A Terrifying Tremulous Trees story Timber Tom turned to his men, cleared his throat and began to read his long winded speech, tightly holding his notepad in his hairy sunburnt and scarred hands, his oily, messy hair stuck to the sides of his face while flys buzzed around him.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 4 days ago in Fiction