Fable
Bittersweet Misery
"How's the bird?" "Tasty," she answered. We've been out here on our own for a few weeks. Had she left that bread chunk when we escaped I never would've been able to feed us this long.
Thavien YliasterPublished 12 days ago in FictionA Fucked Up Fairytale
The cobbled-stoned streets were covered in crystalized snowflakes, icy, and treacherous for passers-by yet full of excitement as the New Year festivities began. The Little Matchbox Girl, named after her long passed Grandmother Ella had been forced out into the gaiety of the holiday to sell matches, barefoot and without a coat by her brutal, drunk of a father; not to earn money for shoes, even used ones, or too big would have pleased the bashful, impoverished child. But for more ale for his drunken pleasure.
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 12 days ago in Fiction104: “And If Anyone Here Were to Object...”
My brother Carl is an unsightly man. He has great eyes, a perfect nose, wonderful smile, and glorious head of hair. But putting it all together just doesn't work. We all know people like this. Every individual part's perfect, but the gestalt is very unpleasant on the eyes.
Gerard DiLeoPublished 13 days ago in FictionTwisted Tale - Jack and The Beanstalk
Jack had again climbed the beanstalk and talked the Giant’s wife into feeding him. While eating the bread and milk she gave him, he heard the Giant coming and hid. The Giant yelled out “Fee-fi-fo-fum, I smell the blood of an Englishman. Be he alive, or be he dead, I’ll grind his bones to make my bread!”
Andrea CorwinPublished 13 days ago in FictionA Twist of Fate: The Tale of the Wizard Khizr
Once upon a time, in the kingdom of Persia, the land was parched, and hunger plagued the people. Enemies threatened their borders, and bandits attacked travelers. The desperate king longed for the Wizard Khizr, a magical figure known to appear during times of trouble, offering comfort and guidance.
Allwyn Roman WaghelaPublished 13 days ago in FictionHarbingers of Testing Times
An elderly wanderer was walking along a country road and suddenly saw three beautiful women riding horses toward him. As they approached him, the wanderer asked, "Who are you, fair ladies, and where are you going?"
Lana V LynxPublished 13 days ago in Fiction103 Snow White and the 7 Pervs
The rent was cheap. She eagerly set up her room in the 8-bedroom cottage. One by one, each knocked on her door. Sleazy was first. "Say, Snow White, I couldn't help but notice y0ur snow white skin. Now everyone needs a spongebath from time to time. If you need one, if you're dirty--anywhere at all--please tiptoe to my room. I've lots of experience with dirty girls."
Gerard DiLeoPublished 14 days ago in FictionFermi Paradox
The rocket arched across the sky. Beyond the horizon’s curve, the railguns of the Athakanizi hummed the death march of the once system-spanning race. Singularity Unit 6X3 stood at its post, watching through electric eyes as the Athakanizi died beneath the shadow of a mushroom cloud.
Matthew FrommPublished 14 days ago in FictionThe Cat And The Crow: A Meeting
Introduction The Reiki Cat Ladyshares many wonderful cat images on Facebook and you can follow here here: This one was by Marina Groth. "The Meeting" from the "Crow with a Cat in the City" series and I felt there had to be a story here.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 15 days ago in FictionCobalt Silence
Cobalt Silence By Dario “This is the way,”, said the elder to the younger, “it is the way now for it is what was. All must pass so that what may come will be received. Do not maintain the truth that is and was, then the great eagle will come and pluck the sight from your eyes.”. This is the way. My face is the younger. My face is also the elder. My face is the women of my tribe. My face is the men. My face is the ancient soothsayers that have released themselves. They are not, so that we may. They are all of me. My face is all of them. My face looks to my palm and it is the palm of the elder. The mirror shows my face and the ears of my sister. My face is the elder. My face is my sister.
Ruben De EscapadoPublished 15 days ago in Fiction- Top Story - April 2024
Twisted Tale: Hansel & Gretel
“Go! Go into the woods and never come back! The Queen would have you killed by someone else, even if I don’t do it!” The Huntsman’s words kept ringing in Snow White’s ears as she ran haphazardly through the woods.
Dharrsheena Raja SegarranPublished 15 days ago in Fiction Vainglorious
Glorious, he thought, as he sat valorising with rousing vigour the raising of the enemy's shields. The grins of his men and the chants of "saviour" was the salving he needed for the wounds he got in the hard fought battle.
Paul StewartPublished 15 days ago in Fiction