Fable

To The Fairy Kingdom
Jane on Sunday The sun was bright and the sky was blue. It was a warm sunny day When Jane ran outside into the backyard to play
By Eloise Robertson 5 years ago in Fiction
Bedtime Story
Julie yawned into her pillow and smacked her lips. Her eyes flickered under her eyelids. Dreamland opened to her. It was a place of puffy purple parting clouds and silver streaking stars. Dreamland was her canvas where her imagination could paint and play. In Dreamland magical ballet slippers made gold dust when clicked together. In Dreamland she fought pirate trolls and gloomy giants with golden swords. She always won in dreamland and made her enemies cry bitter tears and weep for forgiveness as they groveled to her on their knees.
By Cameron Glenn5 years ago in Fiction
Spit & The River
He started by saying that the fastest way to die is to worry about things that have already happened. The old man spoke through wrinkled lips. I licked the rum off of my own and begged him to continue. He looked at me once and then sighed reluctantly. The story, he said, began small.
By Jess Sambuco5 years ago in Fiction
Disability can divert fate
Once upon a time there was a king who liked to go hunting in the prairie with a large and powerful retinue. Once the king chased a leopard with great authority until the speed of the leopard slowed down, then the king calmly bent his bow and shot an arrow at the leopard's neck, and the leopard fell to the ground.
By Jenniferu Millerr5 years ago in Fiction
Princess Belle
A long, long time ago, a beautiful girl was forced to agree to live with a beast in an enchanted castle in order to save her father. This girl is Belle.
By Laurau Robertsq5 years ago in Fiction
The Little Pot That Boiled
Mama Georgiana heaved a heavy sigh. "This is the last of our money, my little Sasha. Take it to the market for me, my girl, for I am too weak. Buy us some beans and then we will have one last meal before we die."
By Jessica Stevens5 years ago in Fiction
Frog, but it's a toad
It starts out similar to most stories of yore. A comely lass is up to her breaches in swamp water, covered in insect bites and surrounded by amphibians.
By Christopher Martin5 years ago in Fiction
The Man who Lost his Face to Find his Place
This story was inspired by the Readsy prompt: Write a fairy tale about an outsider trying to fit in. https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/
By B. Easton5 years ago in Fiction
Kramer Williams in the Bottle
Kramer Williams was a clever devil. He was tiny and fast, and he took advantage of that to do all kinds of small mischief around people’s houses. Has anyone in your family ever lost a book or a set of keys, and couldn’t find them anywhere, no matter how hard you looked? Have you ever noticed how our pens and pencils sometimes seem to vanish in thin air? Kramer Williams loves to hide our stuff in the most unlikely places. Have you ever opened a nice box of strawberries only to find them all moldy and icky? Have you ever taken a big gulp from a nice cup of cold milk only to find the milk is spoiled and tastes awfully sour? Kramer Williams loves to spit into fruit and milk just to make it go bad.
By Paul Moore5 years ago in Fiction
Legend of the Mermaids
This is not my shoreline story, my family use to read this story to me anytime I asked. I loved everything about this story. I've never known who the author was. This bed time story always comes to mind whenever I walk along the shoreline.
By Petunia5 years ago in Fiction
tempestas
It was a murky Thursday evening and Morris Mendelsen was hoping to be struck by lightning. The storm had rolled in yesterday, a wash of eggshell thunder-cracks and pissing rain, tearing the sheets off his clothesline with a kind of divine apathy. He had waded into the gardenia bushes to untangle now sopping pillowcases, startling a gang of magpies that had been sitting on the fence in the downpour. They took to the air, cawing indignantly in his general direction. His jacket was tissue-paper soaked almost immediately, the wet worming its way into his socks and up his sleeves as he scrabbled in the branches. He was just scooping up the last towel when a wink of brilliant light had made him look up.
By Conor McCammon5 years ago in Fiction
Kaiden The God King
My grand father was native of Africa for ten years before he moved to the United States of America. He grew up a fisherman in Nigeria and would tell me the stories his father would tell by the Kaduna river while they fished. One story in particular really stood out to me and it was the story of the god who became king, Kaiden. Before man, woman, animals, land, water, and earth, there was nothing but space. Endless space of darkness that was so empty that noise or sound did not even exist but the only thing that watched over it was Ethina. Ethina was Kaiden‘s mother and they shared a special connection because Kaiden was the first out of all his siblings that was created from a natural birth with a human. While his counterpart brothers and sisters where by just the thoughts of their mother.
By nikko5 years ago in Fiction