Fable
A Special After School Message
Peering back to where she was learning not even an hour ago the ways of the world Airine combatted the deathly chill wearing two parka jackets filled with deep pockets.
Marc OBrienPublished 2 years ago in FictionHotel Yesterday
by: Dennis R. Humphreys (the Dream Writer) Maxwell Fields, at sixty-six, wasn't altogether happy with his life. He retired, but he arrived there, taking a dozen or more detours thought his working career, after graduating college. None of his jobs were what you'd call successful, hindsight is always better than foresight. Looking back, he could see the paths he took in error. Life might have been different if he had taken one of the other avenues he had been exposed to. Then again it might not have been but in his mind, he would have been better taking one of the other courses.
Dennis HumphreysPublished 2 years ago in FictionGirl-in-White
Once, far away and long ago, there was a little family, who lived just beyond the dark pine forest, and it included only a mother, dressed all in red, and a pretty little daughter of no-more than twelve, dressed all in white. They lived in a little cottage, with only room enough for two. The mother-in-red wanted no more children, but she had grown an apple tree in the garden in the front of the house, which held apples only she would pick.
Minte StaraPublished 2 years ago in FictionA Strong Poetic Triangle
Only a few weeks ago the setting outside a rural area’s magnet school where adolescents are pulled together creating a strong bond felt the holiday greeting image transform into bitter reality. Once filled with glowing joy the giving attitude was exchanged to taking using force.
Marc OBrienPublished 2 years ago in FictionThe Night Owl Express
Isabella stepped out from the overcrowded studio apartment and into the dim lit hallway leading to the stairwell. She could feel the chill of the Northern air fighting its way through the grimy interior walls of the building. As she walked, she dialed the number of a taxi service she found on a business card. Heavy and well-crafted, the card stood out to her for some reason other than its quality. She read the name out loud, just barely above a whisper, as she pushed the cumbersome door leading to the outside.
Daniel MaulvainPublished 2 years ago in FictionThe Lonely Book
The Lonely Book by Richard Naviasky Once upon a time there was a book on a shelf in a house where a man and woman lived who didn’t ever read. And the book was lonely. So one morning when the man and woman were away from the house, the book slid off the shelf and flapped its front and back covers like a bird it had read about in its pages. But the book, it turned out, couldn’t fly. So, using its front and back covers like legs, the book jumped from a chair to a table to a windowsill, then out an open window.
Richard NaviaskyPublished 2 years ago in FictionThe Passing of Time
He already knew he was in trouble when he escaped his chores to take a quick dip in the nearby stream that bordered his village. He was certain of this though as soon as he saw the middle-aged woman huffing and puffing down the lane, her face flushed as she ranted to herself about naughty boys and flogging would be too good.
Carol Nemes aka TigerSpiritPublished 2 years ago in FictionHero's Conundrum/Chapter 11
This time I woke up as usual, covered in blood, I think I had a heart attack, so I continue the routine and when I went to clean myself. I saw myself in the reflection of the river that I was the Marduk I remember. I’m full of energy but I need to find out when I am. The only way to do that is to look for the camps we have been. If I knew where Sarah’s village is I could go, I need to talk to her, she needs to know that I know. I don’t know why they were keeping this from me. Ok I remember the last camp but is like forty kilometers from here. This is frustrating, knowing that I have all this abilities and that I can only use them instinctively. I hate it. I started running towards the camp and even though I’ve been running for an hour I don’t feel tired. I need to concentrate, try to trigger that speed, that strength. Then it happened, I start running extremely fast and I arrived in less than ten minutes, which would have taken hours. Impressive.
Angel DelgadoPublished 2 years ago in FictionBIRTHSTONE RINGS
Once upon a time in the Kingdom of Philia, there lived a domineering queen who ruled over her husband the King of Philia. The King was kind, honest, loyal, and quite lovable. These words were never used to describe his queen's character.
Babs IversonPublished 2 years ago in FictionLe fiabe sonore
Not long before Christmas 1966, the Fratelli Fabbri editors distributed a promotional disc of “Le Fiabe Sonore”, with “I tre Porcellini”, free of charge in the newsstands. The following week, the first official issue, “Puss in Boots” by Charles Perrault, came out, accompanied by a large format (27x35) issue with splendid romantic and yet ironic, alluring, but modern illustrations.
Patrizia PoliPublished 2 years ago in FictionHasty decision-making...(results) are ominous
Man is by nature hurried..hasty to make his decisions and makes arbitrary judgments on some matters that need accuracy and deliberation to take the appropriate decision, and sometimes to study this issue from all its aspects so that he can finally take the appropriate decision..because if he makes a mistake he will meet with dire consequences that may make it difficult for her to find a solution. It made things worse.
Samara BenPublished 2 years ago in FictionHappy.
A voice echoed through the void " This owl why do I feel attentive as if I have been tasked a goal or some duty to fulfill that will govern my fate"
Jaziah VasquezPublished 2 years ago in Fiction