Fable
A peacock, a weasel, and a pear tree
The peacock Peacock was molting. It was his first molt and and he wasn’t taking it very well. He was very proud of his feathers. He thought of himself as the most handsome creature in the garden. He loved to strut around Julia’s Perennial Tea House impressing guests when they came to buy peonies and drink tea. But now he was afraid. At any moment he could lose another feather and it was only a matter of time until his rump looked bare and his fan of color was gone. He could see the trend, but he didn’t want anyone else to know what he was going through. Each time a feather fell out he surreptitiously took it in his beak and relocated it to a hiding place. And when he showed off his fan of color he was coy, not opening the fan all the way, so that what feathers he still had made a solid band of color, even if it was a narrower band of green and blue than it used to be. He hoped it looked intentional, as if he were in too much of a hurry, going someplace important, to open his fan all the way.
Alice EcklesPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Magic Pear Tree
In a very secluded forest there was a magical pear tree. Trees are known to live for extremely long periods of time undisturbed and the magic pear tree was no exception. The magical energy of the tree was so strong the fruit it bore yearlong was practically glowing a golden color. One day a group of explorers stumbled upon the tree and partook of it’s fruit. When they did the spirit of the tree spoke and amazingly addressed each of the explorers by their name without being told. As they stared with their mouths agape in disbelief the tree told them they may have one wish but to keep the tree a secret.
Christopher “CJ” HerringPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Pear Tree in Autumn
I think I was getting close to the end of my rope when I found that postcard. My gallery was on the verge of bankruptcy, I had just been dumped, and my favorite coffee shop had closed due to one too many botched health inspections. I wasn’t even certain I would make it through the week, so I was pretty surprised that something as small and insignificant as a postcard was able to change my life.
David AngellPublished 3 years ago in FictionSibilla
Summer In a modestly sized but no less verdant garden courtyard there stood the most obstinate tree James Midsummer had ever had the misfortune to care for. He stood beside it now, roughing the bark with his old calloused hands, then sighing and looking up into the canopy where bits of sky blue were scattered like confetti amongst the many shades of green.
D. C. JacobsPublished 3 years ago in FictionForbidden
Forbidden The darkness had just covered the path, the was but a sliver of silver hanging in the western sky. Tiny hands and feet appeared, but only to the sharpest eye. This little one was well versed in the art of concealing oneself. She slipped across the path in the black shadow of a very large oak tree, traveling on all fours making it difficult to distinguish the nature of the tiny creature. Silently removing two stones allowed room to slip through the wall.
Loulou
Long ago, it is said that a great and wonderous spirit lived in a magical oasis beyond the mountains in the middle of a desert. This spirit, which dwelled in a frozen pond, was known to grant wishes whenever he was pleased.
Frozen Anniversary Mystery
Veronica and Elizabeth have been married for three years. Every winter, they get to celebrate their anniversary and are always finding new activities to do to keep the celebrations interesting. This year, they just moved to an old farm house and one of the best perks is the large pond that came with it. They have heard many dark rumors about that pond, people disappearing, deaths, but they refused to let that scare them. No one knows how people have disappeared or died in the shallow pond, it still remains a mystery.
A Warning
Not long ago, not far away, Lived a lady who some would say, Was very kind, and very wise, And generally, I would advise,
Aggie HelnePublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Cursed Prince and the Boy's Cure
Gone too long! Young Sidion nervously wove a leather cord between his fingers; his eyes straining for the first glimpse of their return. No one came. He held up the cord and shined the medallion - a spearheaded fish encircled in silver - between finger and thumb. His father, Theron, and grandfather, Hurley, had chased after this elusive fish, merely a local legend retold among the fishing families in the river town of Rapidshire.
Emily SnowPublished 3 years ago in FictionA Pair of Black Cats
Many moons ago, in a suburb of Pennsylvania, there once lived an intriguing pair of black cats. Matilda and Mildred were the only survivors in a litter of ten, born of a sickly mother. Matilda, the oldest by three minutes, was long and lean, quick-witted and agile. Unfortunately, she also had a bit of an attitude problem and was abrupt with her words. Mildred, on the other hand, was short and stout, solid and sentimental. She could chat for hours, loving meaningful conversation.
Marilyn GloverPublished 3 years ago in FictionDryad Ritual
"It started with fire, more fire, and then more of the same. Every conversation was kindling, every mistake was a branch of green that sparked, and the split wood, crossed, that framed it all kept the restless flames fed.
Danielle MullineauxPublished 3 years ago in FictionThe Rose and the Pear Tree
There once was a maiden who was often compared to a rose. She was beautiful beyond imagine. However, if you got on her bad side, she would stab you like a thorn.
Odessa NewtonPublished 3 years ago in Fiction