Fable
Bedtime Story
Julie yawned into her pillow and smacked her lips. Her eyes flickered under her eyelids. Dreamland opened to her. It was a place of puffy purple parting clouds and silver streaking stars. Dreamland was her canvas where her imagination could paint and play. In Dreamland magical ballet slippers made gold dust when clicked together. In Dreamland she fought pirate trolls and gloomy giants with golden swords. She always won in dreamland and made her enemies cry bitter tears and weep for forgiveness as they groveled to her on their knees.
By Cameron Glenn3 years ago in Fiction
Spit & The River
He started by saying that the fastest way to die is to worry about things that have already happened. The old man spoke through wrinkled lips. I licked the rum off of my own and begged him to continue. He looked at me once and then sighed reluctantly. The story, he said, began small.
By Jess Sambuco3 years ago in Fiction
Disability can divert fate
Once upon a time there was a king who liked to go hunting in the prairie with a large and powerful retinue. Once the king chased a leopard with great authority until the speed of the leopard slowed down, then the king calmly bent his bow and shot an arrow at the leopard's neck, and the leopard fell to the ground.
By Jenniferu Millerr3 years ago in Fiction
Kramer Williams in the Bottle
Kramer Williams was a clever devil. He was tiny and fast, and he took advantage of that to do all kinds of small mischief around people’s houses. Has anyone in your family ever lost a book or a set of keys, and couldn’t find them anywhere, no matter how hard you looked? Have you ever noticed how our pens and pencils sometimes seem to vanish in thin air? Kramer Williams loves to hide our stuff in the most unlikely places. Have you ever opened a nice box of strawberries only to find them all moldy and icky? Have you ever taken a big gulp from a nice cup of cold milk only to find the milk is spoiled and tastes awfully sour? Kramer Williams loves to spit into fruit and milk just to make it go bad.
By Paul Moore3 years ago in Fiction
tempestas
It was a murky Thursday evening and Morris Mendelsen was hoping to be struck by lightning. The storm had rolled in yesterday, a wash of eggshell thunder-cracks and pissing rain, tearing the sheets off his clothesline with a kind of divine apathy. He had waded into the gardenia bushes to untangle now sopping pillowcases, startling a gang of magpies that had been sitting on the fence in the downpour. They took to the air, cawing indignantly in his general direction. His jacket was tissue-paper soaked almost immediately, the wet worming its way into his socks and up his sleeves as he scrabbled in the branches. He was just scooping up the last towel when a wink of brilliant light had made him look up.
By Conor McCammon3 years ago in Fiction
Wicked Dollar
Once, upon a time there lived two little sisters named Marie and Katie. Marie and Katie loved to play outside from daylight to dark. One day they were playing outside as usual. When Marie spotted a dollar flying through the yard. Marie exclaimed "look Katie a dollar, a dollar!"Katie replied "I want that dollar, it's mine!" Marie responded, "I wouldn't do that if I were you! You know Mom said we're not to go in the woods." Then she yelled, "You'll get lost!" But Katie was too focused on that dollar. And so she hopped, then she skipped, then she skipped, and she hopped until she had the dollar in her hand and just when she finally did grab it. It turned into a witch and flew away saying "hahaha! " Frightened Katie begin running faster!She was really running now with a hop and a skip, a skip and a hop!But eventually she forgot to skip when she hopped. Boom! Pow! She had stumbled over a stump and went falling down to the ground. She jumped back up her knee and elbow scratched up! She cried, "what will I do? I'm lost and can't find my way back home." A deep voice from behind her said, "hey, little girl.. can I help you?" Katie said, who's that talking? I don't see anyone." Then the voice said, "look up here, for I am the tree." she looked up and gasped, "is that, oh, hey tree. I didn't know trees can talk." Tree replied "well we don't talk much for we spend our lives lonely. You know always stuck in one place. It's hard being planted in the ground." Katie said, "Mr. tree could you help me find my way home?" The tree replied "I won't be much help because I'm a tree planted in the ground. I can look this way." He turns his eyes to the left. "I can look that way." He turns his eyes to the right. But that's really all he could do. But as he looked to the right. He said, "I do see a little cottage, but it doesn't look very big." She said, "maybe someone can help me there. How can I ever repay you? Oh, thank you Mr. Tree!" So she hopped and she skipped, and she skipped and she hopped, until finally she reached the cottage. She knocked on the door and hears a voice saying, "I'm coming,I'm coming." An old lady opens the door and says "hi little girl." She goes on to say "how can I help you little girl?" Katie said, " I'm lost, I was hoping you could help me find my way back to my mom and dads." The old lady replied saying, "I don't know where your mom and dad live. But I have some candy." Katie screamed, " ooh candy!" She grabbed the candy! But just as she opened it. The piece of candy turned into a snake. Frightened and surprised she threw the snake down and took off running! She skipped, then hopped, hopped, then skipped, then boom! She fell again. Oh no, not another stump," she cried! She heard a voice saying, "hey, little girl". She said, "Mr.Tree is that you?" as she dusted her self off. "Boy, am I glad to hear your voice," she cried! She continued, "I'm being chased by a wicked old witch and a snake." The tree replied, "I'd love to help you, little girl." Then his voice went from deep and lazy to scary as he continued "but hahaha!" The tree turned into the witch and started chasing her! Meanwhile, back at their house. Marie had gone to get Mom and Dad. She said, "help mom and dad, Katie's gone into the woods." Mom replied, "oh dear, which way did she run?" Marie said, "that way and I told her don't do it!" Meanwhile, their dad grabs a gun and her brother Brent grabs his bow and arrow and they head out in the woods. They search for an hour and a half until they hear a familiar voice crying, "mama, daddy, Marie, Brent, is anybody out there?" Brent says, "shh listen, I hear Katie! "Katie is that you?"Katie yells, "yeah, I'm scared." You could tell her voice was getting closer. So they were headed in the right direction. But wait, they could hear another unfamiliar, wicked voice. About that time, Brent spotted Katie and what appeared to be a witch riding a broom chasing her!He exclaimed, "no one messes with my Katie!" He drew his bow and shot the witch. The witch kept repeating, " no-ooh," as she fell to the ground. Katie ran and hugged dad and Brent. She said, " thanks brother, you're the bestest brother in the whole entire world." Then they all went home and lived happily, ever after.
By Brooke Roddy3 years ago in Fiction