Fable

Monster Circus
Her tip-toes would push her up no further, leaving only the nose of her tilted-up face to reach past the windowsill. Molly strained, trying her best to pull herself up, but her little hands were just not strong enough.
By Jean-François Lamothe16 minutes ago in Fiction
The myth of the Wailing Woman
The fog in the Holston River Valley never just sits; it breathes. It fastens to the hemlocks like wet wool, and when it thins, it reveals things the locals have spent two centuries trying to make sense of.
By Tim Carmichaelabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
The Caliche Curator
The myth says I hide in the dark, but there is no dark in the high desert—only the long, cruel reach of a sun that wants to bleach the world white.
By Leslie L. Stevens Writer | Marfa, Texasabout 22 hours ago in Fiction
The Stowaways
The cabin was narrow: a dark world that smelled of wood and polish. For Silas, it was a palace of endless bounty, every corner revealing something new and wonderful. He pressed his body against the side, feeling the rhythmic vibration of the great vessel’s heart.
By Sam H Arnolda day ago in Fiction
Dr. Seuss Wrote Children's Books But He Had No Children
If I asked you who Theodor Seuss Geisel was, you would probably shake your head in dismay. However, if I told you I was referring to Dr. Seuss, you would say, "Oh, yes, my children have books written by Dr. Seuss."
By Margaret Minnicks2 days ago in Fiction
Europa's Bull
Introduction While this is for the Vocal Challenge, it was inspired by this wonderful image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 days ago in Fiction
The Lindworm’s Mistress
Thora marched into her mother’s cottage, carrying a basket of freshly picked forest plants. “I overheard some huntsmen; everyone is talking about the Lindworm Prince seeking a bride.”
By Natasja Rose2 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Love of the Forest
Deep between green mountains lay a vast and peaceful forest where life moved in harmony with nature. Every morning, golden sunlight slipped gently through the leaves, painting patterns upon the soft earth. Birds filled the air with melodies, and a clear river flowed through the forest like a silver ribbon, carrying stories of time itself.
By hamad khan5 days ago in Fiction
The Weight of the Golden Bough
"The clock has struck three, the coffee is cold, and the shadows are beginning to speak. Welcome back to the desk of The Night Writer. Tonight, we unspool the thread of a hero’s journey to find the person left holding the tangled mess at the end."
By The Night Writer 🌙 5 days ago in Fiction
Mr Pig
There once was a pig who lived on a farm, in a truly magnificent pen. His home was surrounded by delightful sights and other farmyard animals. But Mr Pig decided early on (when he was just a new pink piglet) that he would not be concerned with matters of material value.
By Angie Allanby5 days ago in Fiction
The Debt of The Extraordinary
Thanatos was chained by Sisyphus. A moment of curiosity with a secret aim led to death having no power over humanity. Sisyphus made it so. But this story is what the myth gets wrong.
By Caitlin Charlton7 days ago in Fiction
China creates a 35.6 Tesla magnet that breaks records.
Using a magnet composed entirely of superconducting materials, China has created the greatest stable magnetic field ever recorded, 700,000 times stronger than Earth's. Extreme magnetism is transformed from a transient laboratory trick into a manageable force that scientists can rely on and plan for thanks to its persistent strength.
By Francis Dami7 days ago in Fiction