Fable

The Boy, The Girl, and The Barn Owl
The little boy kicked in the dirt. The little boy hoped that the stones embedded in the dirt would come loose so that he could use them, to shoot cans, in his target practice. The boy had just made his first slingshot, like he’d seen Rory at school have at lunch time – in the play yard.
By Anita Walker4 years ago in Fiction
The Racoon and The Fox
There was one time when a racoon family was waiting for their first baby, they were so excited and the mom racoon said to dad racoon: You know, I’m really excited because its going to be our first baby racoon said mom racoon. “Yes, me too’’ said dad racoon, I really hope all goes well. Time passed by and the day came, both of them were really excited, a little while passed and there it was, Their first baby racoon. They both cried out of happiness and they decided to name her Candy, because she was just as sweet as a real candy. Candy learned to crawl and then to walk, and in no time she was speaking just as well. When she was 4, she wanted to play with the other racoon kids because she felt lonely, but none of them wanted to play with her. Candy felt really sad, and this stayed like this until she was in her last year of elementary school.
By Santos D Ventura Fernandez4 years ago in Fiction
Tainted: “A Fable”
Our story begins with a pretty, white, owl living on the outskirts of the snowy Himalayan mountains. She never cared much for politics, so she decided to go rogue and exile herself from the rest of civilization. Except, it was difficult for the other animals there to not notice her flying around and retreating into the highest cliffs. Thus, her grandiose presence manifested negatively into being perceived by the other creatures as a "creature of vanity". It never really helped that our owl only did this at night, not to hunt, instead, to get her daily exercise in. Besides, what most didn't understand about her was that she was mainly a scavenger; to her, this lifestyle was more ethical. With so much free time on her hands, she's become known for her excessive emphasis on her physique. She spreads her wings and soars into the darkness of the night for hours until the night turns into the dawn of the morning when she can finally retreat back into her sweet, but messy, little home between two cliff rocks, that she’s built her "nest-for-one" in. No spouse and no children, she is a true creature of solitude. All she wants is to make the best out of her situation as a bachelorette.
By Abbey 4 years ago in Fiction
The Harbinger of Death
Peter, a barn owl, lived in the abandoned barn behind the farmhouse. He slept in the loft through most of the day. It was dry and cozy there, his own little heaven.
By Shannon Yarbrough4 years ago in Fiction
OWL PROJECT X
IT WAS A DELIRIOUS DREAM The world passed me by , no hello no goodbye, I lay there on the ground not making any sound, It was surreal are my dreams real ? Nothing as it truly seems But I felt it was all so real, I remember every detail, It was a rather busy street, I was being surrounded by feet, running past not seeing me, I was invisible as can be. In that moment my reality it was as bizarre as can be, As when I finally awoke my hair smelt of car smoke.
By Dawn Earnshaw4 years ago in Fiction
Owl Rock. Runner-Up in Return of the Night Owl Challenge.
The night the town burned down we were thirteen. Shireen, Marta, Anna and I had all spent the night at my house. After my parents, who slept like corpses and retired each night promptly at nine, had reminded us to turn off all the lights and get to bed at a “sensible hour,” we gathered our supplies and headed out the front door toward Owl Rock.
By Penny Fuller4 years ago in Fiction
Brown Owl.
The foolish Man. The lion king died leaving the forest without a king. One day all the animals gathered and decided that they needed a new king. It was decided that election of the new king will be held. All animals voted and they chose monkey as their new king. In the beginning they were impressed and amused by the monkey's foolish antics but the monkey did not take any interest in the working of the animal kingdom. All the animals were disappointed with him. They waited for a chance to get rid of the monkey. One day the fox found a piece of meat. He decided to use it as a bait to trap the monkey. He sent the meat to the monkey, who liked the meat very much and asked the fox from where did he get it. The fox showed loyalty to his king and offered to show him the place where he had found the meat. The monkey was greedy and fell prey to the planning of the fox. The fox took him deep into the woods and killed him him. Thus the clever fox outwitted the foolish.
By Dawn Earnshaw4 years ago in Fiction
The Night Owl
"Kneel my dear friends for dark is upon us. We shall fly till dusk to the valley of our brethren. But have not a reason to look behind, fellow barn owls, so it is safe to say, through enemies of strong gusts, as the leader, I will see you on the other side."
By Alex Stough4 years ago in Fiction
Crazy Owls
I came upon a house I had just inherited from an old family member that I didn't even know. I looked around and saw a very old barn that looks like it hasn't been touched in years. I hesitated on walking towards the old bard but I kept hearing a strange noise coming from it I couldn't figure out what it was. I looked around and at first I didn't see anything but I had to find out what was making the noise.
By Jamie Boddie4 years ago in Fiction
Emtrapment
Note: This Novel will be completed over time. I will post it every week when I update it. Part one: Pure ~Jorgeana~ "Why is it so dang cold out here" I murmured to myself as I made my way through the dense forest. I was hoping I was near my grandparents house by now. My body was hurting from top to bottom at this point. I just had to decide to take the four hour trake instead of waiting for another cab. I was in great shape, but I was not in the type cloths to be hiking.
By Daniell Frovarp4 years ago in Fiction
Legendary Fibbing
Janus had a powerful invisible sensation visit reminding the retired Roman God he still had stake in modern day activity down where the gulf and stream met. Knowing the two-faced character was imprisoned to unseen clutches due to an intellectual coup centuries ago the magical commander usually gets what it wants.
By Marc OBrien4 years ago in Fiction
In Vino Victoria
What she could have said, given a flash of inspiration — what Acacia might have wished she had said — was something along the lines of: “Give me the unusual, bartender.” Not merely to distinguish herself by not citing a moth-eaten cliché, but because she needed to wander off the marked trail on that warm spring evening in Denver, Colorado.
By Eric Wolf4 years ago in Fiction