Fable

The Self-Made World
The nurses and stenographers waited in their white rubber coats, steam rising up from under their facemasks and fogging their spectacles, and beheld the man in bed. With Origen’s pause, an anxious sigh, sharp and perturbed, escaped from all of the room’s inhabitants. But Origen only pursed his soapwhite lips and waited for the right words to appear without being asked.
By Aulos.Media4 years ago in Fiction
Ring of Nature
One day I was walking through the forest near my village looking for some cool rocks for my collection. There’s a small lake in the woods where sometimes me and my friends would go to cool off. It was on the edge of the lake where this story begins.
By Andrew C McDonald4 years ago in Fiction
The Flower and the Hummingbird
This is a tale of a flower who learned of love on a cold day of Spring. __ The garden housed an abundance of flowers of every variety and species, from every size, shape, and color. Amid this multicolored flora sea, a young pink-petaled flower lived peacefully. Coy and pure, she relished the touch of the sun and treasured looking up to admire the boundless blue from the vast sky.
By Alexander Prince4 years ago in Fiction
Why There Is Magic And Why There Is Change
Long ago, before you or I, danger seemingly did not exist. Oh sure, danger had existed in the past, but history had reached that point--where the glorious golden age ends and the gap between two adventurous times basks in the light of life.
By Anastasia4 years ago in Fiction
I want to fly too
A rural family lived at the foot of a large hill. I emerged from the chicken nest in the backyard, curiously surveying the outside world. Many of the other chicks born with me behaved much like I did, squawking and opening their mouths while waiting for their mother to feed them.
By RuthValencia4 years ago in Fiction
The Banquet of Hell
As the bright white light faded, Tom saw the strange hippy in front of him. The aged gentleman smiled at him running his fingers through his long beard.
By Sam H Arnold4 years ago in Fiction
My roommates
I'm not talking about a great man, or a man in disaster. Just the most ordinary guy, my roommate. My roommate was transferred to our professional, looking at the kind of honest and honest, usually love reading. Here's the background.
By ails4 years ago in Fiction
Story of effort
I in high school, I chose science, clearly know themselves are not enough, but wanted to at that time, I would like to choose science rather than choose liberal arts, then really chose science, behind two so, oneself is also pretty hard, but the result is not up, especially in chemistry, how to feel how can't look back, always wrong is wrong, The chemistry teacher of our class later see out here I am, she felt that what I was trying to score the doldrums, one night, she call me out alone, I was shocked at that time, you want to ah, I don't how to communicate with her had, then you know, she study hall that night with a quarter in the corridor outside the classroom and I talk, my god, Or the first time ah life for the first time, she and I said a lot, tell me whether the method is wrong ah, change another direction ah, designated learning objectives ah, and so on, she also said to me before her college entrance examination problems, ah... All I know is that we had a great conversation that night. No one knows what we talked about. We kept it to ourselves. From then on, somehow, I especially liked her lectures, and I felt that I understood a lot of her lectures naturally. There was a whole school mock exam later, you know, you may not be able to imagine that my scores, chemistry scores and our class representatives were the same!! At that time, we were a key class, so the results of chemistry class on behalf of you can imagine how proud and happy I was at that time, know the results of that time our chemistry teacher also came to congratulate me, said I made great progress, you can never imagine, at that time I!! What a thrill!!
By ails4 years ago in Fiction
Land of Nod
Shadow & Dream You look like you just zapped your zeppelin, popped your pontoon, burst yer bubble - new here, na? Yop, thought so - you look every inch a dreamer, no doubting that one.
By Magnus Zagreus4 years ago in Fiction
A Lion's Dream
I was a lion in the circus, beaten and scolded by the trainers every day, although every day in front of the audience and jumping, but no meaning at all, everyday practice, the body is scarred, no longer sparse hair, I do not know how much blood was shed.
By DelorisPowers4 years ago in Fiction
Water of Life
It was the day we finally arrived at Pluto. "Split up and probe, and report back in six hours. " I said to X and A beside me. We put on the helmets on the space suits, the helmets, and the hatch, faint "ding" sound, the helmets and the hatch impact, now a little spark. However, we did not notice. Checked the suits and walked out of the hatch. These suits are a little different - the oxygen tanks on the back of them are adsorption type, no need for cumbersome installation, just suck up and use the oxygen. There is weightlessness in space, and walking is usually light and airy. However, our feet are extra heavy - our body, carrying the fate of all mankind.
By DelorisPowers4 years ago in Fiction
Unstoppable...
It was the rocking motion and the sound of a loud horn which woke me up with a jolt. I checked the watch on my wrist... it was just coming up on 11:11 am. I remembered reading something in a woman's magazine while waiting in the Dentist office to have my teeth cleaned, something about how 11:11 brings unparalleled awareness in ones place in the universe. Wait, one cotton pic-ken minute! What in the devil was I doing reading a woman's magazine? That's not something I would ever do, or would I? Hey, where the devil am I anyway? What's going on? "Who are you? Why are you staring at me with that ridiculous look on your face?" "I'm Henry, sir. I need your ticket for the train fair. You were sleeping, sir. I didn't want to wake you. I've been waiting for you to wake up, so I can collect your ticket, sir. May I have it? It's my job to collect all the tickets." "Yeah, just give me a minute. Let me see what I did with it." After checking all the possible pockets and finding them all empty. I realized I didn't have my wallet nor did I have a ticket.
By Christine St.Croix4 years ago in Fiction