Fable
His Name Is Theiss
The story of Theiss is one that has not yet been told or recognized on the human plane. Not a man nor woman, not a god, Theiss has always existed. He could be viewed as the Prometheus for the gods, creating their fire, their homes, and their weapons, but no mythological beliefs can constrain him. Created by humans, the myths have always centered around their own gods, but little did they know that their beloved gods would be nothing without the work of Theiss.
By Anna Mirella3 years ago in Fiction
10 SURPRISING FACTS DISCOVERED FROM READING FICTION
“IMAGINATION SHOULD NOT BE USED TO ESCAPE FROM REALITY, BUT TO CREATE IT.” This statement applies to fairy-tales too. They were never created to make us escape from reality, to make us dream at happy endings, although their purpose seems to be this one nowadays. Fairy-tales in fact, were never intended to children. Initially they were conceived as amusement for grown-ups and in the 8th century they were put into scene in the select saloons of Paris. Fairy-tales began to be literature for children only in the 19th century, and they were modified a lot to be suitable for them.
By Annaelle Artsy3 years ago in Fiction
The Election
I straightened my tie while clearing my throat. Letting my fingers run along the chain beneath my freshly pressed shirt I took a deep breath. I was still in disbelief. Never would I have thought that I would be a presidential candidate waiting to give his final speech the night before election day. I took another deep breath and almost reached for the chain again but was called to my left by Sydney. "Hey man are you all right? You look a little pale. You go on in about 5 minutes. Is your speech ready?" I could tell he was just as nervous as I. "Sid bro relax, I'm ok. It will be ok." I spoke slow and reassuringly "Yes we want me to win of course. But if I lose is it really the end of the world?" We both laughed awkwardly, he a little longer than I. "Man Izzy you have some dark humor." He shook his head " Glad to see you haven't lost that to all the pain and stress of this passed year." Sidney had been my best friend since I was six and my mom made me join the youth groups. Both of our fathers had passed away within weeks of each other. It was always in waves like that, large groups of people all at once. With each part per million that the CO2 rose large numbers of adults would perish from carbon dioxide poisoning. The youth groups were created as a form of mass grief counseling and a way for that children to have a small sense of normalcy. Sid was the only kid from the youth groups that would talk to me since I was from the labs and everyone hated the Scientific Party. When I was nominated he was the only person I could think of to have by my side as my campaign manager. We had been through the worst of everything together and I knew together we could make the best of anything. Even the end of the world.
By Amber Trudeau3 years ago in Fiction
Wasting Time
There once was a man named Mr. Busy who took great pride in his work. "Don't procrastinate! Don't put off for tomorrow what you can do today!" he would often say in response to anyone who asked hnow he gained his success. For you see, Mr. Busy was a very wealthy businessman and was very dedicated to his wealth and gaining more of it.
By Korreain Johnson3 years ago in Fiction
The Mirror.
Running through the woods, Jane moves faster and hears footsteps faster following her. Jane turns her head and continues to run. Her heart beats faster and faster as she hears the footsteps grow louder and louder. Jane looks back only to see nothing. Yet, she hears the footsteps. “Is anyone there?”, Jane screams as she stops. “Come out wherever you are, I am not afraid of you. When Jane turns around, behold there is a trail. A trail that she has never seen before. A little boy whispers to her, “Come, follow me”. Jane runs after the little boy and dashes through the trail. The little boy is dressed in a long white robe and seems to have what looks like a heart shaped locket. The little boy opens the locket and out comes a butterfly.The butterfly has the most amazing design and colors. The wings of the butterfly move so freely and swiftly through the crisp air. Jane's eyes are enchanted by the butterfly and she can't take her eyes off it's course. The butterfly moves in a circle and three times around Jane and then flies back to the little boy inside the heart shaped locked. The heart shaped Locket then disappears out of the boy “s hands. “Where are you taking me?” “Come, follow me, the little boy whispers again. Jane follows the young boy to an open field. “What is this, where is this,” Jane says to the little boy. “You decide, come with me.” The little boy then claps three times and there appears a new trail. This time the trail leads to what looks like a cemetery. The cemetery looks dark and there is an old black bird that appears on tops of the gate at the front entrance of the cemetery. The headstones from the graves all appear to have the same message, "heart of stone"? from Jane's eyes. "Why do all these headstones say the same thing", Jane whispered, looking bamboozled. What is this, where are you taking me? Breathe, the little boy insists. Just breathe. Someone wants to see you. A cloud appears and then appears an older woman moves closer to Jane. “Jane, Jane”, the woman screams louder and louder. Look at me, yes, you, look at me. I am your reflection. This will be what you look like in the future if you do not follow the trail of your dreams. I am your reflection. You have the strength walk to the trail of life. You decide. Follow the trail of life, or the trail of death to your grave. The bitterness and hostility you have for those that have betrayed you will eat away at your flesh. The headstones that you saw, indeed all said the same thing, "heart of stone". Look at the two reflections in front of you. "Jane, what are you going to do with the reflection you see"? You can change where you are only if you see your reflection. You choose. The cemetery that you saw could be a garden. Full of wonder, excitement, joy and peace. The graves that you saw were filled with people who did not forgive and who all had a heart of stone. The garden of life will lead to a life full of peace, fulfillment, and happiness. Forgive yourself and forgive others. Listen to your heart and follow your dreams. The butterfly appears to Jane again and drops the heart shaped locket in her hands. Do not allow bitterness and hatred to consume you. This can determine Jane, where you go. Do you wish to stay in this cemetery or can we walk the trail to the garden of life and happiness. The darkness will only last for a short time if you open your heart". You must remember to release yourself to bitterness, envy and hatred. These things will surely lead you back to the cemetery you saw walking. Look at and feel the present moment. Jane looks down at the heart shaped locket in her hands and opens it. Out goes the butterfly and flies high in the air. A mirror appears and Jane walks through it. The butterfly whispers to Jane, follow me. Now is your time to choose your path. “Where are we going?”
By Dreamy Studios LLC3 years ago in Fiction
Holy Redeemer
When I close my eyes, all I see is you. Face bare against the grass. Body languid. When She looked closer, there wasn’t anything that could have hid the way they found one another. The tree themselves had been whispering for days, begging in hushed voices for them to come closer. Closer, come closer,
By Kendall Eisler3 years ago in Fiction
The Kindly Dark
No bleakness is complete without a crow. A ruined church, a barren moor, a graveyard by a grey and empty sea—without the brooding shadow of a solitary rook, their desolation lacks its full potential. What old forgotten skull could molder properly without the croak and mutter of a murder overhead, the hop and flutter of black wings?
By J.B. Toner3 years ago in Fiction
Alek
Thinly shined the intensely burning light from the upper window of my cell, albeit it was slightly refreshing as I hadn't seen any type of "sunlight" in literal months. I didn't exactly know when it was, days and months got lost in translation some time ago. After the war humanity turned to it's true animalistic side and ravaged the entire planet for whatever it wanted or could get its hands on.
By Nicholas M Steiner3 years ago in Fiction
The Legend of Yangsy Rivers
In the cave that night, before she died, his mother told him that the only way to prevent human extinction was to recover the heart-shaped locket and return it’s presence to the few remaining people on earth before they murdered one another into extinction, which I mentioned before. The locket, as she’d told him, possessed the ability to awaken love in the human heart on sight. It’s absence though, had caused the entire human race to forget love, and man had fallen into a state of perpetual fear and violence. As Yangsy already knew, the king on the hill held the locket, and for years now he’d refused to leave his castle, knowing it’s power, and being aware that without it the world was falling apart. In fact, there remained only one human gathering on Earth, and it was the land surrounding the king’s castle. A viscous war zone that was once the Los Angeles. “Son,” his mother said, while they sat around the fire eating rabbit meat he’d caught earlier in the day, “I have a feeling I won’t live to see tomorrow.”
By Nick Lavin3 years ago in Fiction
Nature's Daughter
Once upon a time, in a quaint cottage hidden away in the woods, there lived a girl by the name of Lycelle. If her sereneness wasn’t enough a clue of her harmony with nature, one might pick it up from how supernaturally she belonged in her little clearing among the trees. From her dark hair falling in loops like the cascading leaves of the willow trees to the way her eyes of earthy garnet and skin of deep sepia seemed to seep the same soothing warmth the very ground she walked on did.
By Sasha Winner3 years ago in Fiction