Fable

A Change of Clothes
Martha scratched absently at her chest, the area directly over her heart, as she scanned the announcements in the lifestyle section of the local paper.
By Shannon Hilson17 days ago in Fiction
Moving Day
Boris ran his gloved hands through his long, tangled, black hair as the wind whipped through it. His merciless, ice-blue eyes squinted as he looked out across the limitless expanse of the ocean from the back of his nameless black horse, the horse’s hooves stamping impatiently on the surface of the sea upon which it stood as nonchalantly as can be.
By Shannon Hilson17 days ago in Fiction
My Child Is the Reason I Keep Going. AI-Generated.
The alarm rings every morning at 5:30. For a few seconds, I lie still in the dark, staring at the ceiling. My body feels heavy, as if sleep has glued me to the bed. Outside the window, the city is quiet, caught in that brief moment before the first subway trains begin rumbling beneath the streets.
By Jenny 17 days ago in Fiction
Those Darkling Elves
Introduction This is a tale inspired by this amazing illustration shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook. The music is "Seven Hundred Elves" by Steeleye Span
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 17 days ago in Fiction
The Library Beneath the World
For most people, libraries were quiet places filled with books and silence. But for Adrian, libraries were doorways. He had spent much of his childhood wandering between shelves, running his fingers along dusty spines, imagining that each book contained a hidden world waiting to be discovered. Stories fascinated him not just because they entertained him, but because they felt real—almost alive.
By Ibrahim 17 days ago in Fiction
The Pharaoh in the Pyramid is Alive
"Does anyone remember the Tri-Main Headcast being off before?" asked Akhenaten to noone in particular. The response was a chorus of blank stares and murmurs of "no".
By A. S. Lawrence17 days ago in Fiction
The Devourer of Villages . Winner in What the Myth Gets Wrong Challenge.
There are several "Founding Fathers" celebrated in American history, but none more famous and mythologized than our very first terrorist-in-chief: George Washington.
By Sam Spinelli17 days ago in Fiction
My Big, Crazy, Norse Myth Wedding. Content Warning.
Who doesn't love Norse mythology? Odin. Thor. Freyja. Loki. It's a rich, sprawling mythology. Having said that, like other mythologies, there are elements of silliness insanity, chaos, all of which make it even more compelling for me.
By John R. Godwin17 days ago in Fiction
The Solitude of The Chupacabra. Top Story - March 2026.
Many say that the Chupacabra is a rather recent and modern tale, a mangy coyote or rabied dog. Some point out that it’s just twisted evolution. But very few know the true backstory of the shapeshifter that led to the bloodsucking legend. And perhaps once you will come to know and understand more, you might “forget” a few cattle out to wander.
By Oneg In The Arctic18 days ago in Fiction
When we shook the apple tree
The gates of Eden have long been locked away from human eyes. Centuries have passed without incident. One day, without warning, a mighty storm gathered over the garden itself. A terrible wind blew the vines and limbs loose, exposing the gates to prying eyes. Myron and Mirah, out for a stroll and trying to seek shelter from the deluge, discovered the gate and pried it open. Time had rendered it loose and it easily fell open.
By Novel Allen18 days ago in Fiction
The Safety Bell
Pity hung from the funeralgoers' faces. They were something out of a nightmarish painting; not sure what to do with their mouths, some pinching them closed, others looked like they were caught mid scream. Most of the women had watering eyes that they tried to avert from meeting Albert’s. For some reason, it made him feel ashamed.
By Nikki Torino Wagner18 days ago in Fiction
Don’t Feed the Hunger
The cameras on the building’s exterior play back the recording of the night before. Four cameras are installed around the cabin, yet the one pointed to the west seems to pick up the image the clearest. The part of the forest that always seems dark, quiet, and eerie. A part I never want to travel. My partner didn’t either. A shared uneasiness about being here that is unspoken yet known between us two.
By Amy18 days ago in Fiction