Fable
The Fitting
It was the one she used for everything, felt there in her apron pocket. Then the herald rapped his knuckles on our door. Mother peeked through the wall sliver and could see the shoe. I could tell by her gauging eyes. Her brow gave way to a stillness in her face like someone who had finished deciding. The prince’s reflection flashed in the teardrop that she dabbed quickly away.
By Nicky Franklyabout 3 hours ago in Fiction
Kitsune's Intervention: A Very Inconvenient Yokai
"I'm telling you, Christie, he is CHEATING on you!" She sighed hard. "Min... I know you think that, but Darryl would never cheat. He is so thoughtful and so, so loyal. He is just the absolute sweetest. I lucked out so hard marrying him. It feels like a dream."
By Alicia Anspaughabout 8 hours ago in Fiction
Helena's Journey
Smoke curling through the pale orange sky over the distant hill indicated to Helena that morning was on the horizon. The fires provided warmth for the remnants of that small village whose people hunted for rats or squirrels, cooking them over crude stone pits and metal grates. Sand stretched in either direction, making supplies difficult to obtain. In the distance, Helena had become a scavenger as well, digging through the heaps of destruction that occurred when one world state clashed with the other years ago. The war yielded no winners, only broken people, pawns struggling to survive.
By Barb Dukemana day ago in Fiction
The Game of Revenge
From Mount Olympus, Zeus, ruler of the Olympians, looked across the glaring sea into Poseidon's realm. In many cities, mortal women showed their beauty as they lived their mortal lives. Hera, queen of the gods, admired her new tunics, absorbed in her own world, both powerful and independent, envied for her independence. Zeus, wanting and yearning to visit a new lover, Alcmene, knew he needed to divert Hera's attention. He regarded this as an easy task, since she preferred her own interests rather than please him. Heading out into Olympus to find the perfect distraction. When Aphrodite passed by, Zeus enlisted her to entertain Hera; Aphrodite, goddess of love, delighted in such amusements and agreed. Returning to his palace, Zeus found nothing to eat, as Hera was still dressing and ignoring him anyway. He ate the last bit of bread just as Hera entered, scowling and reproachful, making her anger clear. Soon, Aphrodite arrived to occupy Hera. Hera glowered at Zeus but kept silent before her guest, then stormed out, making her displeasure unmistakable. With Hera gone and his scheme successful, Zeus left Olympus to visit Alcmene in the guise of Amphitryon, while Hera remained unaware.
By Sarah Danahera day ago in Fiction
Notes in the Margins of Happily Ever After
The first thing every girl receives in the kingdom where I was born is a book. I am writing in mine now. The leather cover is still white, though the edges are darkened with smoke and forest dirt. Some of the pages curl slightly, as if the book has already survived a small fire. The gold lettering has almost rubbed away, but if you tilt it toward the firelight you can still read the title pressed into the skin:
By Stacey Mataxis Whitlow (SMW)a day ago in Fiction




