Fable
The Vein Tale Rest Stop
Nestled between fairy tales and bedtime dreams, a scholarly kingdom resided whose rulers ponder moral decisions, researching warning writings published through various creative platforms. Guarding the blurry interpretive border, performing duet duties, friendly colleagues Melody and Piper, maidens completing their claiming knowing everything assignments, kept the electricity flowing, sparking pinwheel arms energy, by blowing clean air into the civilized invention, designed to provide the community with life.
By Marc OBrien16 days ago in Fiction
The White Hare's Revenge
Tobias Cullen had always been a quiet boy, meek and timid, with wide, innocent eyes that rarely made contact with others. He lived on a small, isolated farm at the edge of the village of Dunsfield, a place where the ground was barren, and the seasons seemed to pass by in slow, cruel cycles. He had been tormented by the villagers for as long as he could remember—called names, pushed into ditches, humiliated at every turn. They called him "the hare," mocking his pale skin and slight frame. Every Easter, when the town came alive with celebration and laughter, Tobias was forgotten. His existence was as invisible to them as the soft whispers of the wind.
By V-Ink Stories18 days ago in Fiction
The Last Sunrise
The town of Red Hollow had long since abandoned the joy of Easter. What had once been a celebration of spring and renewal had turned into a time of terror. Every year, as Easter morning dawned, the sun would rise blood-red, bathing the land in its eerie glow.
By V-Ink Stories18 days ago in Fiction
Four Falling Objects
It was so quiet here on top of this mountain in the middle of nowhere. Too quiet, if Ona was honest with herself. Sometimes the silence was enough to drive a person mad. And some days, like today, it was enough to make her long for the dirty city days of her past.
By Shannon Hilson20 days ago in Fiction
The impact came from nowhere.. AI-Generated.
One moment, Adam was crossing the campus quad, his textbook tucked under his arm, thinking about the thermodynamics exam he hadn't studied enough for. The next moment, something hard and heavy collided with the side of his face, and the world dissolved into a spray of red and a sound like rushing water.
By mohamed hasan21 days ago in Fiction
Rich You All Love
Outside, the snowbank made a fluffy frozen deposit, where the inch amount requested numerous measuring balance instruments, and the challenging seasonal element issued a chilly attitude warning. As the heat blazed, warming the lodge style dining establishment, social interaction seemed lonely and cold, giving single bills payment attention, “one more dollar,” the Princess announced, sticking George Washington face up into a gambling coffin, where the promising note enters and never comes back.
By Marc OBrien21 days ago in Fiction
Persephone's Pomegranate
The pomegranate was already on her plate when Persephone sat down. The table was carved from a single slab of black stone, polished smooth by centuries of use. It reflected everything dimly, like water at night. Her plate held the usual offerings: grey bread dusted with ash, a glass of clear wine that smelled faintly metallic, and slices of fruit so pale they looked bleached by grief.
By Emilie Turner22 days ago in Fiction
