Fable
Snakes on a Pole
2004: We split. You take our knowledge, I take our desire. The brain and heart metaphor is somewhat apt. Other parts remain neutral or retain sovereignty, and reluctantly aid us both. The separation seeming both involuntary and undesirable (particularly on my end), our spirits long for unfractionation, and tug on each other.
By A. S. Lawrence5 months ago in Fiction
The House with Two Kitchens
In one kitchen, she crushed cloves with the flat of a knife, their papery skins drifting to the floor like snow. Steam rose from the pot in a silver ribbon as the storm outside pressed its brow against the windows. She hummed to keep the roux from burning. Her father used to hum that tune, a stubborn little melody that said we are alive in spite of it. The bulb flickered in the ceiling, stabilized, and the soup grew fragrant enough to leave fingerprints on the air.
By Alain SUPPINI5 months ago in Fiction
Twin Paths. Winner in Parallel Lives Challenge.
In the high country where the mountains hold their breath, there is a village you could pass through in a day and still carry for the rest of your life. Wind moves through it, a careful hand whispering through your hair. The river braids itself into three silver strands before it slips away into the lowlands. And in the loft above the temple, where cedar rafters smell of rain and beeswax, there stands a loom older than anyone dares to remember.
By Aspen Noble5 months ago in Fiction
Parallel Lives of the Pitying and Unkindness
The yellow, red and rust coloured leaves of autumn radiated the light of the sun that rose while facing the moon that set. Full blown roses sat in their splendor beside new buds, unaware of the harsh days to come. Kat walked past ancient stones that lifted like raised eyebrows.
By Katherine D. Graham5 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Spoke to the Night. AI-Generated.
They said he only came out after midnight. In a city that never slept, Noctis Varen was the quiet pulse between the ticking hours — a man of silence, a shadow among neon lights. He ran a small photography shop near the harbor, open from dusk till dawn. Most people thought it strange, but he said the world only shows its truth at night.
By shakir hamid5 months ago in Fiction
The Great Race: Rabbit vs. Tortoise
Once upon a time, in a peaceful green meadow surrounded by whispering trees, lived a rabbit named Riley and a tortoise named Toby. Riley was known far and wide for his lightning-fast legs and endless energy. Toby, on the other hand, was quiet, gentle, and slow—but always calm, no matter the situation.
By Zahoor khan5 months ago in Fiction
