Fable
The Night Owl Express
Isabella stepped out from the overcrowded studio apartment and into the dim lit hallway leading to the stairwell. She could feel the chill of the Northern air fighting its way through the grimy interior walls of the building. As she walked, she dialed the number of a taxi service she found on a business card. Heavy and well-crafted, the card stood out to her for some reason other than its quality. She read the name out loud, just barely above a whisper, as she pushed the cumbersome door leading to the outside.
By Daniel Maulvain4 years ago in Fiction
The Lonely Book
The Lonely Book by Richard Naviasky Once upon a time there was a book on a shelf in a house where a man and woman lived who didn’t ever read. And the book was lonely. So one morning when the man and woman were away from the house, the book slid off the shelf and flapped its front and back covers like a bird it had read about in its pages. But the book, it turned out, couldn’t fly. So, using its front and back covers like legs, the book jumped from a chair to a table to a windowsill, then out an open window.
By Richard Naviasky4 years ago in Fiction
The Passing of Time
He already knew he was in trouble when he escaped his chores to take a quick dip in the nearby stream that bordered his village. He was certain of this though as soon as he saw the middle-aged woman huffing and puffing down the lane, her face flushed as she ranted to herself about naughty boys and flogging would be too good.
By Carol Nemes aka TigerSpirit4 years ago in Fiction
Hero's Conundrum/Chapter 11
This time I woke up as usual, covered in blood, I think I had a heart attack, so I continue the routine and when I went to clean myself. I saw myself in the reflection of the river that I was the Marduk I remember. I’m full of energy but I need to find out when I am. The only way to do that is to look for the camps we have been. If I knew where Sarah’s village is I could go, I need to talk to her, she needs to know that I know. I don’t know why they were keeping this from me. Ok I remember the last camp but is like forty kilometers from here. This is frustrating, knowing that I have all this abilities and that I can only use them instinctively. I hate it. I started running towards the camp and even though I’ve been running for an hour I don’t feel tired. I need to concentrate, try to trigger that speed, that strength. Then it happened, I start running extremely fast and I arrived in less than ten minutes, which would have taken hours. Impressive.
By Angel Delgado4 years ago in Fiction
Le fiabe sonore
Not long before Christmas 1966, the Fratelli Fabbri editors distributed a promotional disc of “Le Fiabe Sonore”, with “I tre Porcellini”, free of charge in the newsstands. The following week, the first official issue, “Puss in Boots” by Charles Perrault, came out, accompanied by a large format (27x35) issue with splendid romantic and yet ironic, alluring, but modern illustrations.
By Patrizia Poli4 years ago in Fiction
Hasty decision-making...(results) are ominous
Man is by nature hurried..hasty to make his decisions and makes arbitrary judgments on some matters that need accuracy and deliberation to take the appropriate decision, and sometimes to study this issue from all its aspects so that he can finally take the appropriate decision..because if he makes a mistake he will meet with dire consequences that may make it difficult for her to find a solution. It made things worse.
By Samara Ben4 years ago in Fiction
Golinda and Gallopatrot find the answer to 'Who are you?'
It had been years since Bob’s death. He had been part of the Great Turning of the 1960s, riding the peak of cultural change post WWII. Bob was one of those individuals who were capable of opening the intellectual doors of perception, and exploring what it meant to be a functionally responsible human. He deeply respected the structure of past traditions without becoming imprisoned by them. As a man of some renown in the world of physics, he had freely shared his knowledge and ideas with his colleagues, and with Kat. Moreover, he had offered Kat experiences beyond her imagination.
By Katherine D. Graham4 years ago in Fiction
Hudson
“Catch ya later, Hoods.” My friend Will daps me as we part ways. I dribble the basketball down my driveway, digging my keys out my pocket. Immediately, stepping through the front door, I am bathed in the salivating aromas of dinner: robust tomatoes with hints of herb and garlic.
By Terrance D Waters4 years ago in Fiction
Barnaby
The world had turned dark, and there seemed to be very little light that could be summoned this past year. Barnaby was one of the few fortunate enough to have survived the recent raid. His parliament had come under attack from the cougars that had banned together. They had been prowling all over the territory, raiding and killing any owls or other living beings with whom they came into contact. The winter months were already hard enough for Barnaby and his family, [who had been] trying their hardest to forage for food and stay warm. But now they had to worry about invaders attempting to kill them all. Ever wary, Barnaby stood to watch that night; he had only the sound of his empty stomach rumbling to keep him company. And, of course, fear and hunger pervaded his every passing thought. There was once a time of peace for Barnaby and his family. He tried to recall that time and to feel the warmth that memory brought to his mind. Would he ever feel that warmth again, the glow and promise of safety? Would he ever not feel the gnawing sense of loss and hunger? He had lost so much. Even though things seemed bleak, Barnaby had hope that he and his family could try to carve out a better existence in a safer place with the coming Spring. Until then, they were stuck amongst the ruins of what was their beautiful forest. Everything had been burned to the ground. The once beautiful barn they had called home for so long was reduced to ash and cinder.
By Breanna LaMonte4 years ago in Fiction
