Fable
The Letter `
Dear person who has found my letter, My name is Whizbang, and I know what you must be thinking. Whizbang!? How could anyone have such a truly amazing name? I know. You see I named myself, or rather, renamed myself. The assigned name I was given at birth was Clarissa, which was less interesting and action-packed than Whizbang, if I do say so myself. Now, before you make it further into my letter, if you find yourself growing bored of what you read, or if you read something scary and makes your stomach twist, or if you are uncomfortable and wish to call the people in gold, then keep reading. This is the letter for you, dear reader.
By Juliet Napier3 years ago in Fiction
The Witch's Spot
I have lived in very small town in Western New York all my life. The home where I grew up was surrounded by farmer fields that produced crops of beans, corn, squash and cabbage during the summer months an pumpkins and apples as fall approached. Along with the Dairy Farmers and few small local farm markets, there wasn't a whole lot this little town had to offer, one grocery store, a few pizza shops, a gas station, a liquor store pretty much summed up the town, which was always fine with me, I could never handle living in the city with all the noise and sirens and commotion.
By Melanie Sorockti3 years ago in Fiction
Batfish
Singing batfish and cockatoos have more in common than most people think. The trick is to ignore the batfish’s reptilian dorsal fin (along with those claws, which, frankly, could gut a grizzly from snout to tail with a sneeze), and simply focus on the notes.
By Julie Tuovi3 years ago in Fiction
Captain Comet
Nathan was a sharp-eyed child and his keen eyes allowed him to see the greatest of details no matter how big or how small. Capable of counting marching ants on an ant hill or viewing the moonlit craters in the night, Nathan considered this his one superpower.
By Michael A Mendoza3 years ago in Fiction
Oh Deer
Oh Deer The deer of Three Meadows were quite proud of their neighborhood. It was a single entrance, single exit neighborhood with three cul-de-sacs. This made it very safe for the fawns since fewer cars and slower speeds translated into fewer collisions which meant fewer injuries and fewer deaths for the deer herd. In real terms, the Three Meadows herd could boast that in the 50 years since the first houses encroached on their territory, there had been no collisions of cars and deer. Not so, however, on the through streets just outside the neighborhood where several fatal deer fatalities occurred every year.
By Cleve Taylor 3 years ago in Fiction
The Shrimp and the Star
The Beginning. There were those known as the Awoken. Great bodies of light which filled sky and shone through the darkness, whether or not they touched anything else. Although the Awoken almost always did. There is no sure way of knowing how many there are in existence, however three were counted at the beginning of time and three still remain. Guardians against the darkness in this universe, stars of the night, pullers of the moon.
By Nickolas Causey3 years ago in Fiction
So, She Wandered off the Path
Once upon a time, there was a little girl that everyone called Little Red. She was incredibly sweet, but had a tendency to wander off without permission. Her mother asked her to take a basket of sweets to her grandmother who lived deep in the woods. Little Red excitedly agreed, but her mother warned her to stay on the path and to not wander off as a wolf had been seen in the forest. Little Red agreed and hurried off on her journey.
By Mycheille Norvell3 years ago in Fiction
The Princess and the Riddles
One of my favorite stories when I was a kid is one I can't remember the name of or the author. But, I remember the feeling it gave me and I remember a portion of it. It was a book I frequently checked out at my library in my grade school. It was one I truly wish I could find today.
By Amber Smith3 years ago in Fiction