Fable

The Cultist
”Dude! My dad is pissing me of so bad lately. You’ll never believe where I just came from.” The boy picks up a flat, smooth stone and slices it through the air with a flick of his wrist.
By Sam Spinelli9 days ago in Fiction
Crystal Banaba
“Emergency landing requested!” Rachel repeated in a shaky voice. Peering down through thick clouds, she saw an island that seemed to have popped up out of nowhere. It even had its own airstrip! Was she hallucinating, coming out of the storm that nearly split her Cessna? Or was she dead already, with her mind projecting an island that shouldn’t be here?
By Lana V Lynx9 days ago in Fiction
'Ware The Witchcraft
Introduction I was stunned bythis image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook The music is "The Witch's Promise" by Jethro Tull
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 days ago in Fiction
Living at large
I’m guessing every summer in the city is sweltering hot, but after we ate all the rats, this one was officially miserable.
By Taimi Nevaluoma9 days ago in Fiction
Blood of the Wolf: A New Forsaken Descends. Top Story - March 2026.
The tales and whispers have proven true. The evil that has lurked in the shadows now prowls beneath the moon, taking on the flesh of our storyweaver in order to deceive our brethren.
By Amanda Starks11 days ago in Fiction
Monster Circus
Her tip-toes would push her up no further, leaving only the nose of her tilted-up face to reach past the windowsill. Molly strained, trying her best to pull herself up, but her little hands were just not strong enough.
By Jean-François Lamothe11 days ago in Fiction
The myth of the Wailing Woman
The fog in the Holston River Valley never just hovers in place; it breathes. It drapes over the hemlocks like a thick white blanket, and when it thins, it reveals things the locals have spent two centuries trying to make sense of.
By Tim Carmichael11 days ago in Fiction
The Caliche Curator
The myth says I hide in the dark, but there is no dark in the high desert—only the long, cruel reach of a sun that wants to bleach the world white.
By Leslie L. Stevens Writer | Marfa, Texas12 days ago in Fiction
The Stowaways
The cabin was narrow: a dark world that smelled of wood and polish. For Silas, it was a palace of endless bounty, every corner revealing something new and wonderful. He pressed his body against the side, feeling the rhythmic vibration of the great vessel’s heart.
By Sam H Arnold13 days ago in Fiction
Dr. Seuss Wrote Children's Books But He Had No Children
If I asked you who Theodor Seuss Geisel was, you would probably shake your head in dismay. However, if I told you I was referring to Dr. Seuss, you would say, "Oh, yes, my children have books written by Dr. Seuss."
By Margaret Minnicks13 days ago in Fiction
Europa's Bull
Introduction While this is for the Vocal Challenge, it was inspired by this wonderful image shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 13 days ago in Fiction
The Lindworm’s Mistress
Thora marched into her mother’s cottage, carrying a basket of freshly picked forest plants. “I overheard some huntsmen; everyone is talking about the Lindworm Prince seeking a bride.”
By Natasja Rose13 days ago in Fiction