Fable

The Spirit of Power
The young chief sits alone in his lodge. It is night and the moon is full in the sky. The air is cool. He hears the odd chirrup of a grasshopper. The stories of his people are carried on the wind. They sit at a fire nearby, laughing with each other. He is grateful they can laugh. He cannot, nor can he hear their stories.
By Devin Konelsen-Loytomaki5 months ago in Fiction
3 4 5 6. Content Warning.
Introduction This is my 3,456th Vocal Story, and I thought a piece about counting may be relevant. We sometimes count to get to sleep, and the creepy somnambulist picture by Jim Harter seemed a perfect inspiration for a tale.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Fiction
A Milan Cora Tina Fable
Standing alone a red flag alerting ‘federal metal mailbox parcel pick me up’ waited patiently, expecting General Postal Master anytime. Brisking through, the hangover Halloween setting, a chilling reality cool breeze, warned the area; colder elements would be occupying the territory. A few miles separated the tranquil rural scene from a physical challenge, taunting the athletically toned, ‘climb, my monstrous mountain. Adventure begins only a few more miles down the path’,
By Marc OBrien5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Letter from Nowhere
M Mehran The letter arrived on a Thursday — the kind of day that sits quietly between the noise of the week. No sender name. No return address. Just her name: “Lena Morris.”
By Muhammad Mehran5 months ago in Fiction
The Difference
It felt like only yesterday that I met her, the years just pass by and I remember that day so well. She caught my attention then and catches more each day that passes. I look at her, getting lost in those eyes every day as she smiles at me. Her lips curving perfectly, her nose crinkles just so and that smile is mine always. Well let me tell you the story of how this perfect woman entered my life.
By Magnar Arne5 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Sold Forgotten Memories
It was a fog-soaked evening when Elias appeared in the old town square — a man with silver hair, a faded brown coat, and a wooden cart filled with tiny glass bottles that glimmered faintly under the streetlights.
By Muhammad Kashif 5 months ago in Fiction
In The Old Castle
Introduction An Ekphrastic Tale Inspired By 'The Old Castle' by Walther Georgi, 1897, Shared By The Enchanted Booklet here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Fiction
The Magical World That Stole the Senses
Long ago, there existed a strange and wondrous realm known as Tilism-e-Hoshruba — a land where mountains floated in the air, rivers changed their colors,
By hamad khan5 months ago in Fiction
Two Steps: One Moment, One Mistake, and a Lifetime of Lessons
Love, pride, and a single moment of misunderstanding — sometimes, that’s all it takes to change a life forever. Two Steps by Ahmad Nadeem Qasmi is a heart-touching tale that explores the delicate threads of human relationships, showing how one small mistake can ripple across a lifetime. With vivid characters and deeply relatable emotions, this story reminds us that love, empathy, and humility are the pillars of meaningful connections. Every choice, every word, and every silence matters, and Qasmi captures these subtle truths in a way that leaves readers both moved and reflective.
By hamad khan5 months ago in Fiction
The Moon and the Burning Forest
The world was ending in orange and ash. The ancient forest of Elmswood, a kingdom of oak and pine that had stood for a thousand years, was screaming. A careless spark from a forgotten campfire had become a ravenous beast, consuming everything in its path. The air was a solid, hot wall of smoke, and the roar of the flames was the only sound, a hungry, relentless god.
By Habibullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Gift
In Ravelle, time had a slower pace. The streets between the stone houses were meandering like the ribbon streets and every evening, in the air, the smell of bread from the old bakery and the faint scent of rain. At the very center of the town was to be found a little shop with a faded sign reading:
By Nusuki5 months ago in Fiction
Moonflower
There once was a fairy small and soft Like the pale moonlight’s silver glow Her kin had petals white as snow And a bell shape so distinct to linger in your thought
By Margarita 5 months ago in Fiction