Fable
The Fable of Hilary Soames
Before our story begins, here is a short spooky poem to set the scene: Are you sitting comfortably? *** The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window. At first, its flame was barely perceptible. A flicker. A glint. A nervous tremble in a pitch-black night.
By Caroline Jane2 years ago in Fiction
The disappearance of the elephant
I learned about the missing elephant from the town's elephant house from the newspaper. On this day, as usual, I was awakened by an alarm clock set to 6:30. Then I went to the kitchen to make coffee, bake slices of bread, turn on the FM radio, and spread the morning newspaper on the dining table with slices of bread. I always read the newspaper in order from the first page, so it took me a while to get to the story about the missing elephants. The first page covered the issue of trade friction between Japan and the U.S. and strategic defense ideas, followed by the domestic politics section, the international politics section, the economics section, the readers' letters section, the readers' column, the real estate advertising section, the sports section, and then the local section.
By sissytisha2 years ago in Fiction
Tale 10: Infernal Pack (part 1)
Infernal Pack The small group which had headed out from the village and upon their journey in the late afternoon, as the sun began to drop, travelled on for as long as Žarko could make out the path in front of them. After a peaceful night, another calm day of travelling followed, with a long afternoon break. Senka had the impression that Žarko had no particular goal in mind, but neither she, and even less so Vuk, dared to inquire about this. They left all decisions to the hulking man on the horse, and were pleased to stay back and disturb him as little as possible, as he had been in a sullen mood ever since they had left the village.
By Nikola Stefan2 years ago in Fiction
The Owl and the Iris
There once was an owl, wise and majestic. With his dark, spotted body he would spend his time residing over the wild fields. Perched atop a branch, a king in his own right, he would look upon the splendor of the wild fields. At night, he would soar high above enjoying the fresh winds in his feathers and the freedom of his domain.
By Tiffany Fairfield2 years ago in Fiction
Inevitability
A great tribe of hunters lived on the Verdant Plain, a land filled with mystery, sprawling grasslands, and pristine rivers. Blessed by the God of the Plains, the land and water teemed with life. The brilliant sky above filled those who beheld it with wonder. The tribe had resided in the land since ancient times and moved in harmony with its seasonal undulations. Each day, a cool breeze would bring comfort to the tribe’s labors as they hunted, fished, and lived amongst each other. The hunters and scholars of the tribe were revered for their clarity of sight and wisdom of thought. They built upon the achievements of their ancestors and cultivated a great richness of life for their people. But, as time passed and the lives of the people became increasingly unburdened, a vague yet deep-seeded feeling of malcontent began to root itself within the hearts of the people.
By J. Daniels2 years ago in Fiction