Fable
Green Dinosaurs
My mom and I chased down Sinclair gas stations like an orgastic beacon of light. Not sure if you’ve ever been to one, so allow me to paint you a slight word picture. Their company colors are the kind of classic Christmas you see on the Tabasco sauce and Hormel chili logos. Their company mascot is a green Brontosaurus named DINO - and all of these facts are some of Mama’s favorite things in life.
By Erin Lucas5 years ago in Fiction
The Heart of the Forest
Tonight I had such a strange encounter that I must write it down, though I swore to tell nobody. It is not as though I can scarcely believe it, for here is a twig in my hair and tomorrow morning I’m sure I will find the forest dirt on my boots by the door.
By Ellie Baker5 years ago in Fiction
Go-Fever
I don’t regret what I said, but I do regret that I was powerless to do anything. That damned car should have never raced that day and maybe young Jack Hamilton would have got his hands on the world championship. Tragedy is not when we all say something is meant to be, it's when what should happen is cruelly taken away from us.
By Paul Armstrong5 years ago in Fiction
All of Everything and Beyond
I am a Toiler, made in the image of The Creator, who is Perfect. My Task is to serve my Queen by serving The Creator, who filled the world with Danger and clumsy Giants to keep Her creation humble. If I succeed in my Task I will be rewarded with wings and fly off to join Her in The Sands Above.
By J. Otis Haas5 years ago in Fiction
The Hardest Question
Outside, the wind beat itself against the clusters of huts huddled together against the sea. It battered the fat snowflakes into a white blur as they fell, made the air thick with their frenetic motion. It seemed to cry a question when it moaned, lonely, between the places where people gathered together away from its reach.
By Abbie Kruse5 years ago in Fiction
The Tale of the Three Sisters
A long, long time ago there were three beautiful sisters who lived on a farm surrounded by lemon trees with their mother. Each sister had eyes the colors of gemstones. Julietta, the eldest, had Sapphire eyes. Teodora, the middle sister, had eyes the color of Emeralds. The youngest and the loveliest was Mirabella with rare amethyst colored eyes. When they went into the small village near their farm, everyone would remark how beautiful her eyes were and it was such a shame she had a hideous birthmark on her forehead. For it looked like smeared mud was painted onto her.
By Britt Blomster 5 years ago in Fiction
The Unloved Daughter
I woke to the shining of the sun coming into the manor, my body still ached terribly. "Nyx, it's time you got up and got to work, you know how Master Lukas is." Ariel sneered. In reality she hated me entirely and took every chance to get me in trouble. I guess she thought Lukas might raise her station by marrying her to one of his sons, my brothers. You see unlike my brothers and sister I'm treated like another housemaid. The lowest of the low in my families eyes even though I have the same noble blood as they. It's quiet heartbreaking or at least it was when I was a young child. I got out of bed and put on the shabby cloths I was given to work with. I sighed and hurried to my chores. I entered the manor kitchen to grab my "father's" breakfast.
By Daniell Frovarp5 years ago in Fiction
Ijya
Ijya was born into a world of the rain and of the forest. She was surrounded by the sounds of wild animals like the tigers, monkeys, and birds. The whistling sounds of the birds often sang her into a deep sleep. Ijya was kept in a wooden basket, and was carried around on her mother’s back. She watched her mother scavenge for fruits.
By Meredith Lawless5 years ago in Fiction
Growing Old in the Pond
An old fish drifted in the icy water, propelling herself slowly with weary fins. Through the murk and the gloom, she strained her eyes. Searching for food was no menial task, an activity she found to be particularly arduous in the depths of winter.
By Austin Spring5 years ago in Fiction
The Snow Queen
The Snow Queen looks down on her icy kingdom with her icy stare. Her glades looked down over her balcony to where her army stood, standing when word of their departure. After centuries of luring children into an unnatural blizzard of her making. When the child was in her clutches, she would put a mirror-shard where their heart would be. To put them under a spell that would slowly eat away at their humanity until what is left an obedient future soldier's empty shell. With every new soldier she gathered, her army grew
By Sarah E Ball5 years ago in Fiction
