Fable

The Last Wednesday Before Spring
Brisk mustiness from the morning entered through the partially opened window. The humidity formed a heaviness in the air, sticking onto Mitra's skin as she lay in bed, restless from a sleepless night. Her tired eyes were dry, and her head throbbing.
By Delphi11 days ago in Fiction
The Precipice of Heroes
She walks alone. Blind. Numb. With one question fighting for sentience upon her quivering lips. One desperately searching, pinning, yearning thought on her mind…
By Ly Anna11 days ago in Fiction
Into The Great Beyond
Outside the airlock viewport, nebulous tendrils of incomprehensible colors slithered. Captain Leshford undid his oxygen hose.
By Matthew J. Fromm11 days ago in Fiction
Leader
Hearken ye now unto a tale: A tale of daring, strength, courage. A tale of woe, danger, and spite. A tale whose ending is yet to be written: This is the tale of a powerful tribe of once proven warriors whose cultural notions celebrate freedom, idealism, and strength tempered with compassion.
By Andrew C McDonald11 days ago in Fiction
Wedding Vows
Introduction This is for Lana V Lynx's "Fucked-up Wedding Toasts" that you can check out here: And the image was shared on Facebook by the most excellent Enchanted Booklet here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 days ago in Fiction
Swan Lake
My sister has just called me on Watsapp, which is extraordinary since Watsapp has been consistently blocked in Russia since January.
By Lana V Lynx11 days ago in Fiction
Schnoodle Saves the Day
The sun was just beginning to scrape the top of the Manhattan skyline, casting a hazy, golden glow across the Hudson River and into the bustling, urban streets of West New York, New Jersey. The heavy, grinding rumble of the 6:45 AM New Jersey Transit bus rolling down the avenue vibrated through the pavement. To the humans stumbling out of their front doors with travel mugs of coffee and plastic bags stuffed in their pockets, it was just another Tuesday morning.
By Baltizare13 days ago in Fiction
Why a Real Zombie Apocalypse Would Probably Fail
They’re the living dead. Our nightmares wrapped in rotting flesh. Brain-hungry monsters that shuffle through our favorite shows and movies like they own the place.
By Areeba Umair15 days ago in Fiction
The Library That Whispered to Time
Long ago, in a valley where the wind seemed to carry forgotten memories, there stood an ancient library no one dared to enter. The villagers called it The Library That Whispered to Time. From the outside, it looked abandoned, with tall stone walls covered in ivy and a wooden door that creaked like an old violin every time the wind touched it.
By Ibrahim 16 days ago in Fiction
She Shed Her Skin
Introduction I found this picture in The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here: It would not let me link to the image on their page.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 16 days ago in Fiction
Red Moon And Killer Wolves
Red Moon And Killer Wolves Under the red moon the forest changed. Trees leaned as if listening. The wolves came, their fur dark with shadow. They did’nt growl, they did not run. They walked slow, eyes fixed ahead, as though something unseen pulled them forward. In the village a single lamp still burned. A woman stepped outside, looking up at the strange sky. She never saw them reach her. One moment she stood breathing, next the ground drank her silence. The wolves kept moving, leaving nothing behind but blood in the dirt and the heavy pulse of the moon above.
By George’s Girl 2026 16 days ago in Fiction
Amelia and the Secret in the Moon
Far to the North, where the sun sleeps for much of the year, lived a little girl, Amelia. She lived with her father but he was often gone hunting over the frozen artic steppes. With no other children to play with she found herself making friends with the small animals of the Tundra: a lone baby reindeer who lost its mother, a small arctic fox, and an owl. Most of the time she was alone and she spent her time taking care of the house and using her imagination to keep her company.
By Eda Marie17 days ago in Fiction