Fable

How I Turned My Life Around After Hitting Rock Bottom
I never imagined I would find myself in a dark abyss, a place so deep that even the smallest glimmer of hope seemed utterly unreachable. Yet, life has a relentless way of humbling us, and I reached the lowest point of my existence. The journey to recovery was gruelling, painful, and slow, but looking back now, I realize that every setback was a stepping stone toward the life I live today.
By Omid khan25 days ago in Fiction
The Quilt Maker
The Quilt Maker The woman shifted and shuffled the different cubes of fabric. All of them held different colors, patterns, and shapes. Each one was a different emotion of things. She didn’t know what to put together, but she never really knows. This was part of her process.
By David S. JohnsonWilliams25 days ago in Fiction
Equines and Airships
A pressurized panel sprung upward from the metal floor with a screeching hiss. Gaseous fog filled the chamber, spilling out in all directions.
By Gabriel Shames26 days ago in Fiction
Pleasure Hour
"Why didn't you do your helmet time yesterday, Leaf?" Leaf stared at the floor and felt his head boil with indignation. "I had chores to do. I already felt fine..." said Leaf.
By A. S. Lawrence26 days ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Fog
The fog settled over the village like a blanket soaked in silence. At first it was gentle, wrapping the streets in a quiet hush. But as night deepened, it thickened into something heavier, almost alive, crawling along the cobblestones and slipping into the cracks of every home. It was not the kind of fog that simply blurred the edges of things. This fog carried a chill that touched the marrow, a weight that pressed on the heart, and whispered doubts in voices that sounded eerily familiar.
By Sound and Spirit26 days ago in Fiction
A Love Forboding. Top Story - January 2026.
The chipped stone slope caused unbearable footing. I slid, skirting on my heels. I cast my shield, relinquishing my guard to stay upright. Left with my double-edge and a prayer to the maker, I skated toward my objective. The earthly stubble gave way to solid ground. I found myself restored, a trail of dust in my wake.
By James U. Rizzi26 days ago in Fiction
The Stranger Who Paid for My Groceries and Changed My Future
I was standing in line at the grocery store, counting coins in my palm like they might magically multiply if I believed hard enough.
By Omid khan26 days ago in Fiction
Secret Admirer . Top Story - January 2026.
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. The blush turns orange and pink. It seeps into my very soul, where I feel I am sinking. Sinking and falling.
By Melissa Ingoldsby26 days ago in Fiction
Persephone’s best friend
Ever since I left you from the mortal realm, my love, my heart has been on fire. The sky upon the Underworld has since been charred to death—-it is broken and black.
By Melissa Ingoldsby26 days ago in Fiction
Walking The Boardwalk Plank- An American Romantic-Gothic Fable
Waves crashed using clawing and scratching methods, firmly planting salty remains upon the beachy landmass. Boardwalk sitting, hot dog personality DJT stared into the post Labor Day air, waiting for the conjuring seasonal cold spell, change baseball wagering scripts, creating profitable spread football plotlines, “such a beautiful sight,” the city slicker entrepreneur stated, admiring the natural phenomenon.
By Marc OBrien27 days ago in Fiction
Eyes. Honorable Mention in Rituals of Affection Challenge.
I was seven years old the first time I got married. I remember the weight of the dress before I remember my own name. It was heavy and white and warm, like it had been waiting for me longer than I had been alive. The fabric pressed against my shoulders with a seriousness I did not yet understand. The room was filled with the aroma of flowers I couldn’t name, their scent thick and unfamiliar; and the walls seemed older than the building that held them as if the space itself had been borrowed for the occasion. There were people there. I remember that much. Their voices softened as I entered, the way voices do when something inevitable is about to happen. No one smiled too widely. No one whispered. They all seemed like a blurry memory; a background character of my story. I am even unsure of the season but I do know I wanted to hold onto the feeling and the intensity of the dream; and take it with me but I couldn’t remember everything once I woke up.
By Cadma27 days ago in Fiction
Adam's Apple: Origin Story
Sleeping under the Forbidden Tree, Adam woke up from the hissing and rustling sounds. He half-opened his eyes and saw the Serpent trying to strike a conversation with Eve, who was sitting not too far from Adam under the Tree.
By Lana V Lynx27 days ago in Fiction