Fable
Roman Folly
Roman put down his pipe. He staggered to his feet and stared at the hazy room. He did not remember moving the couch against the window. Nor did he remember an incense holder perched precipitously on the window sill. "You have to cut back," Roman told himself. As he stared at his unfamiliar living room, it was clear he had been having too good of a time.
By Jacob C Sadler3 years ago in Fiction
Equilibrius Hounds
Borealis was a Shepherd-Boxer-Rottie who did what she wanted. You might've got suckered into thinking she was happy to see you, with her flirty eyes and that tail all thwackathwumber. You may could even get her to lick you like a content loyal fur-friend would do. But don't doubt me, she has beads on the end game always:
By Todd Thurman3 years ago in Fiction
The Goblin's Eyes
The goblin had her mother’s eyes, as was common. She also had her grandmother’s and her great-grandmother’s. She kept them in a bag tied to her belt. When her daughter was old enough, she would get the bag along with this goblin’s eyes. It was the tradition.
By Sorcha Monk 3 years ago in Fiction
All That Remains is Cake
Once upon a time, a wooden doll followed the whisper of a maze. The maze had no signature, no one to lay claim to its feat. There was a barren plot of land as the sun fell, and after the toys awoke from a night’s slumber, there was a maze with mossy walls and a well-trodden path.
By Casey Boomhour3 years ago in Fiction
A Choco-rella Story
BEFORE THE PARTY 'You nincompoops, ungrateful, good for nothing, idiots,' screamed the stepmom - Kamini. She raged, her nostrils flaring, 'the birthday party is in a few hours. The Prince will select his bride at midnight, and you both haven't started baking our speciality dessert - Chocolate Cakes. What will happen to this household if I wasn't around!' Kamini glared at the Cook and Arya, her step-daughter, who knew better than to respond with anything except downcast, pitiful looks.
By Anu Sundaram3 years ago in Fiction
The Bilowea Fable
Once there was an Elk and a Giraffe who lived in separate, but equally beautiful, parts of an imaginary paradise called Matoomba. Elk, a graceful creature, lived on one side of the desert near a beautiful jade lagoon and the Giraffe, who was tall and strong of heart, lived on the other side of the desert where the trees were tall and filled with ripe and luscious fruit. Between Elk and Giraffe lay the coursing red-hot desert sands of the Matoomba desert - the stay of all creatures' dreams.
By Paula-Maree Cavenett3 years ago in Fiction
In the Land of Dumpling
Kingly Rudolph the VII-1/2 was feeling peeked as he awaited his emissary's return. The throne room was crowded with people clothed in all manner of flounce and frippery he didn't like, the weather was sunny and warm, which bothered him no end, and his children wanted what he wanted. That was intolerable. It was just another day in the kingdom of Dumpling.
By Eldon Arkinstall3 years ago in Fiction
Amiri and His Disobedience
Amiri and his Civil Disobedience By Stephen Donnelly Little Amiri lived on his own in the nice cottage-filled village of Kamokila just down the valley from Palace Amu Nimu. He lived alone, but that didn’t mean plump little Amiri wasn’t happy. In fact he lived a wonderfully fulfilling life collecting mushrooms for his fellow villagers to eat. Garnering his shrooming axe he would venture his portly body out into Weevil Woods. Which at this point was no longer aptly named due the weevils being run out years ago. In fact there were no dangers in those woods other than allowing a felled mushroom to crush you due to your own hubris.
By Unabated Lemon3 years ago in Fiction
Death by CHO-LAT-CA
Staying together is our main directive. Red Fire and Black Knight are with me. We have been sent out together many times because of our mutual resourcefulness. Each of us is strong and courageous, and together we are unstoppable. In the first part of our journey, we trudge through the sand and then we arrive at what we call the lazy trees. They tend to bend and wave in the breeze. We use mile markers and landmarks to help us navigate and find our way back home. Today, our search has not been fruitful.
By Alice Vargas3 years ago in Fiction