Fable

The Safety Bell
Pity hung from the funeralgoers' faces. They were something out of a nightmarish painting; not sure what to do with their mouths, some pinching them closed, others looked like they were caught mid scream. Most of the women had watering eyes that they tried to avert from meeting Albert’s. For some reason, it made him feel ashamed.
By Nikki Torino Wagner3 minutes ago in Fiction
Don’t Feed the Hunger
The cameras on the building’s exterior play back the recording of the night before. Four cameras are installed around the cabin, yet the one pointed to the west seems to pick up the image the clearest. The part of the forest that always seems dark, quiet, and eerie. A part I never want to travel. My partner didn’t either. A shared uneasiness about being here that is unspoken yet known between us two.
By Amyabout 2 hours ago in Fiction
Medusa’s Truth
Come in, my dear, and fear not. You are safe here. Yes, I know what the stories say, but like so many stories told by powerful people who suddenly have reason to fear, they are wrong...
By Natasja Roseabout 4 hours ago in Fiction
The Hare and the Goldfinch
Have you ever woken up with butterflies in your stomach, and it felt like Christmas, your birthday, and the first day of summer all at once? That was how this morning felt when I opened my eyes to a periwinkle sky spotted with cotton candy clouds.
By Natalie Spackabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
Let me first do some great thing
The arrow flew straight and true. It had been well aimed, but Arestor, son of Argus, watched with disappointment as it struck the outer circle of the painted target.
By Bryan Warrickabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
Pandora’s Burden. Top Story - March 2026.
“My brother warned me to not accept gifts from the one who commissioned you,” said Epimetheus to the woman clad in silvery raiments standing at the entrance to the temple. Her silver tiara and the silver rings on her fingers and toes glinted in the firelight cast by torches set on either side of the doorway. Lingering in the shadows, beyond the reach of the flames as she was, he could not tell what she held in her hands. At first what appeared to be a box was perhaps a funerary urn, or maybe merely an apple.
By J. Otis Haasabout 5 hours ago in Fiction
Those Darkling Elves
Introduction This is a tale inspired by this amazing illustration shared by The Enchanted Booklet on Facebook. The music is "Seven Hundred Elves" by Steeleye Span
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 9 hours ago in Fiction
The Lost City of Stars
Elara had always been fascinated by the night sky. Every evening, she would climb to the highest hill near her village and stare at the stars, imagining worlds beyond her reach. Her grandmother often warned her, “The stars are not always what they seem. Some hide secrets, and some can vanish if you look too long.” But Elara never listened; curiosity was stronger than caution.
By storiesabout 9 hours ago in Fiction
A Merchant's Reputation
My father was a different man in the community. In the market, he clapped men on the back and chortled at jokes he would later excoriate. Every new mother could expect lavish gifts that they could never afford without him.
By Aubrey Rebeccaabout 13 hours ago in Fiction
Moby Dee
We all think we know the story of Moby Dick, a tale of human courage, obsession, and revenge against a monstrous white whale, a creature of evil nature. We also remember that in the end nature cannot be tamed or defeated: Moby Dick kills his obsessed hunter and leaves. This has become such a recognizable myth that the name itself -- Moby Dick -- evokes powerful feelings of fear and anxiety about the untamed monster whale in the vast ocean.
By Lana V Lynxabout 16 hours ago in Fiction
L' Avis d'Gwendydd
Gwendydd walked among her orchard, a crown of apple blossoms in her hair. The trees stretched their branches to the spring sun and danced in the breeze. She breathed in their heady perfume as she wandered the dark, tilled earth. The promised harvest loomed pleasantly in her thoughts, and the cares of the world were far beyond her concern.
By M. A. Mehan about 20 hours ago in Fiction
The Gentle Giants And The King's Golden Nuggets
Early one morning, a gentle giant stumbled, into a very picturesque village, cautiously carrying over his shoulders a sack, brimming with the King’s golden nuggets. Royal riches acquired throughout the year occupied the purple and yellow velvet bag containing materialistic might; JS collected, representing the largest creatures inhabiting the land.
By Marc OBrienabout 21 hours ago in Fiction