Fable

Doomsday Clock: Why the World Is Closer Than Ever to Global Catastrophe
Doomsday Clock: Why the World Is Closer Than Ever to Global Catastrophe The **Doomsday Clock** is a powerful symbolic representation of how close humanity is to a self-inflicted global disaster. Created to communicate complex scientific and geopolitical risks in a simple visual form, the clock has become a widely recognized indicator of global instability. Midnight on the clock represents total catastrophe, while the movement of its hands reflects expert assessments of existential threats facing the world.
By America today 30 days ago in Fiction
Once Open a Time
Once open a time, not once upon a time, but open— like a window that forgot how to close, like a book that learned to inhale,
By Farhad30 days ago in Fiction
Kings
He stood Majestic, strong, magnificent of stature and regal in grace. King Mazzula's keen eyes survey the grassy knoll overlooking the serene valley of his kingdom. The scene is bathed in the warm, golden light of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the landscape. The king's eyes sparkle with intelligence and wisdom, reflecting the beauty and tranquility of the surroundings. In one's vivid and poetic imagination, this is a painter's canvas, a painting with meticulous attention to detail and a touch of whimsy. Soft, diffused lighting enhances the magical atmosphere, creating a sense of wonder and tranquility.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a month ago in Fiction
Stories Before a Wedding, or The Fairytale of Beauty and the Beast
Once, a long time ago, it was custom that on the night before wedding all the married women of equal Rank and status would gather around the bride in her chamber. While helping put the finishing touches on the bride's dress and trousseau, the women would take turns telling Tales of their great Romance and own marriages. This served two purposes: these stories taught the bride what she could expect from her own marriage and wedding night, and it also served as a history of these women and their stories. The most romantic Tale and the woman who told it would earn the right to give the new bride away into her married life. Now, in most cases, naturally the bride's mother or grandmother or some favorite cousin would quite easily be announced the winner and told how their story was such an inspiration to the new bride. In this way, weddings passed from mother to daughter, matriarch to descendant, and the women’s stories remained alive and aided a new bride in preparing for what was to come.
By Dionearia Redabout a month ago in Fiction
The Whispering Grove
In the quiet village of Ashwood, nestled between rolling hills and endless skies, there lay a grove that had always inspired equal parts wonder and fear. Known as the Whispering Grove, it was small, yet ancient—gnarled roots snaking across the earth like the fingers of some slumbering giant. For generations, villagers had spoken of it only in hushed tones, warning children and travelers alike: linger too long, and the trees may speak your name… or reveal truths you were not ready to hear.
By Omid khanabout a month ago in Fiction
THE GIRL WHO WHISPERED TO THE STARS
In a village cradled between rolling emerald hills and skies that stretched endlessly, there lived a girl named Liora. From the moment she could speak, she had been enchanted by the night. While other children hid from shadows or sought comfort in fire-lit rooms, she would slip out to the dew-kissed meadows, lie on her back in the grass, and speak to the stars.
By Omid khanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Listened to the Wind
Sometimes wisdom doesn’t shout — it whispers In a quiet village resting between rolling green hills and endless oceans of golden grass, lived a boy named Eli.
By Omid khanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Hidden Library of Ashenwood
The wind whispered through the skeletal branches of Ashenwood Forest, carrying the earthy scent of moss and decay. Eldermoor villagers spoke of the forest in hushed tones, warning children never to stray too far from its edge. Many who entered were never seen again. Shadows moved as if alive, twisting among the gnarled trunks and the thick fog, murmuring secrets only the forest itself understood.
By Omid khanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Lantern of Whispering Shadows
The wind howled through the narrow, twisting alleys of Eldershade, carrying the faint scent of moss and damp stone. The town had long been forgotten by travelers, its crooked streets and gabled rooftops cradled by a dense forest that seemed alive, watching with patience older than time itself. Eldershade was a place of whispered warnings, where shadows moved with a mind of their own, murmuring secrets that no mortal should hear. But young Maren, timid apprentice at the old apothecary, had never truly believed such tales—until the night she discovered the lantern.
By Omid khanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Secret of the Moonlit Garden
In the quiet town of Willowbrook, where oak trees swayed gently in the evening breeze and streets seemed to hum with calm, there stood a place that everyone spoke of only in whispers: the Marlowe estate. Its wrought-iron gates were rusted and creaked with every gust of wind, while the garden beyond lay tangled and wild, as though nature had claimed it for itself. Children dared one another to peek through the lattice, but none crossed the threshold. For decades, rumors spoke of strange lights dancing beneath the moon and of the mysterious disappearance of the Marlowe family.
By Omid khanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Secret of the Silver Key
It was a stormy evening in the town of Ravenswood when Emma Wren discovered something extraordinary—a small silver key, tucked away in the dusty attic of her late grandmother’s Victorian home. The house sat at the edge of the town, shrouded in fog and the whispers of old legends, where ivy clung to stone walls and the wind carried echoes of forgotten stories. Emma, a young historian with an unquenchable curiosity for mysteries, immediately sensed that this key was no ordinary object. Its delicate craftsmanship, etched with tiny symbols that shimmered faintly in the dim light, seemed to hum with a quiet, almost living energy.
By Omid khanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Lantern of Eternal Hope
Long ago, in a village nestled between misty mountains and endless, whispering forests, there was a legend whispered through generations—a legend of a lantern that never dimmed, no matter the fiercest storm, the darkest night, or the heaviest shadow. This lantern, called the Lantern of Eternal Hope, was said to guide the lost, mend broken hearts, and light the path toward dreams thought impossible. Yet, as the years passed, the lantern became a story told only in hushed voices, for no one had glimpsed its radiant glow in decades.
By Omid khanabout a month ago in Fiction