Fable
Clouds
Jason loved watching the clouds he could spend hours doing it all day. He could name all the different kinds as well. Turning them into shapes that were not really there. Or were they? In his mind they were always there. Pitted against the dark background. And turned into something that he could see forever. They floated on there own currents up there in the sky and sometimes they were mean. As in a terrifying thunderstorms. Bouncing around each other. And meaningful complications that they possessed.
Alex JennettPublished 3 years ago in FictionHow Garuda Got His Name
The little bird pecked the egg from inside. He pecked and pecked until the egg cracked and broke and the hatchling clumsily made its way out into the world, waddling on the ground. With each step, he grew in size, and miraculously, within a few minutes, the bird had grown to its full size and splendor.
Creature of Comfort
The carnival was in town today. Filled with a myriad of images. The gargoyle you see here was one of them. Toting its pistols. The vehicles of change were coming. Fairies were coming out to roost in the epidomized censorship that we call home. They show that some of us can remember the parade with its flags and such. I'm having a hard time concentrating today. But thats part of the writing process. Pretty healthy body pretty healthy mind maybe.
Alex JennettPublished 3 years ago in FictionCabin in the Glade
Leaves wafted down as James picked his way along the trail, trying to avoid muddy spots while taking in the reds, yellows, and oranges of the autumnal forest. Now and then, he’d stop and listen to a bird call or the breeze slipping through the treetops.
Nicholas E. BarronPublished 3 years ago in FictionHeated Bellow
The crowd assembled slowly, a bit before dawn. Their overcoats and head coverings wrapped tightly about them in the crisp early morning air. The makeshift stage rose before them, surrounded by chain link fences on all sides. It’s erection was hurriedly completed in the night on the old Smith dairy farm past the outskirts of town. Just when the biting wind seemed to make the visitors too uncomfortable, the sun rose over the horizon and streamed a revelatory light on the scene before them.
Efstratios MonafisPublished 3 years ago in FictionScarlet
SCARLET The old man stared at his handwriting. Jasmine, my wife. Was scrawled in the box of October 23. She had passed exactly one year ago. Last year it was a Saturday. He recalled. The day she asked me the unthinkable
Annaliese PathPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Seamstress and The Scissors
It was long ago, when forests stretched through plentiful valleys and the stars were knit through the night sky as if woven by Mother Nature herself, that a small house rested high on the cliffsides looking no bigger than the eye of a needle. It just so happened, that house belonged to a family of tailors including a young, but very talented seamstress named Maria.
Jacqueline CurtsingerPublished 3 years ago in FictionRed Feathers
She stood, transfixed, looking up, machete in hand, trying to understand what she saw. Although she was just a young girl, Sacniete knew well how to handle a machete.
PK ColleranPublished 3 years ago in FictionMultiple Personalities
Tracie was so excited when she opened the box. It was something that she always wanted. Although she did not know what it was yet. She was soon to find out. It looked like it might be something valuable. Or it might be trash. Let us find out together. It should be lot's of fun. Or maybe not. Who knows.
Alex JennettPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe most beautiful thing you can ever think of 🎶
I have been skimming on the tip of the water’s edge since I was very young. Everyone warned me of this risky endeavor, yet I never listened.
Melissa IngoldsbyPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Story of How Scarlet The Macaw Got Her Colors
Once upon a time, there was a bird called Scarlet the Macaw. She lived in the kingdom of Belize, where magic and mystery seeped into the very fabric of life.
Eileen GlaisterPublished 3 years ago in FictionEven Fairies Grieve
In a time long, long ago in a land where humankind was yet to explore the world. There was a forest nestled deep in the heart of a jungle. There was a gorge. Within that gorge, there was a sanctuary where all the animals of the woods lived together. The chasm was perfectly placed, which made it the perfect temperature year-round. The weather was also was excellent, year-round, with just enough water to quench all the thirsty trees and creatures. All the animals came together at times to get a drink.
Jeff JohnsonPublished 3 years ago in Fiction