Fable

Europa: The Origin of Taurus
I was born on the edge of the world - where the cliffs of the land and the tidal waves of the ocean are friends, where the tall grass and the white sands rustle in the same wind. It’s in this place I was free and wild with adventure. I was every bit reckless as I was brave, daring my brothers to race in the rain and dance in the starlight. While my father reigned over a kingdom, I was a princess of the stars and sea; content, initially, to simply imagine what must lie beyond the horizon. But living at the edge of the world is like standing upon a mountain and thinking “What if I jumped?” How can one begin to trust oneself to stay grounded, to not leap through the air with arms wide, believing they might fly away? I’m not a cliche yet I see how it must sound: a bored princess wishes for another life beyond the honeyed existence she suffers. With years to consider this, I realize I would have grown out of the inexplicable phase all young people encounter of curiosity and longing for the unknown. Although bold and heady, I was not and am not a person with sustained desires. It’s awful to admit that I may not be as interesting as I wish others to see me as, but in all my life the only thing I have truly longed for is home. Even when I wished to jump from that great height and soar away on albatross wings, it was only a misguided attempt to find where I already was. I believe I would have come to this conclusion with a little time, had it not been for the event - the event that would alter the course of my life forever, and forever leave me in mourning for home.
By Chloe Dalton5 years ago in Fiction
Bull Stamped Coin
Every night at the library, it rained in the corner between the borders of fiction and nonfiction. The same drab raincloud, grey and small, would hover over Julie as she put away the book returns. Julie was in her early 30's, average, and still single to the disgust of her only living relative. She didn't plan on going after some prestigious career, or collecting friends to go out with on Friday nights like every adult should. All Julie desired in life was to be quiet, kept under the rug or placed on the back burner of all thoughts. Not to be noticed was key. Even if the library job didn't make a lot of money, she enjoyed doing something so humdrum in order to meet her basic needs in life without any further stress.
By K L5 years ago in Fiction
The Giant Bull and the Farmer's daughter
Once upon a time, between the land of the Persians and the land of the Arabs, lived a giant bull named Rostum. It is said that this fantastic beast was born before time existed and would live forever, for no man could kill him. Legend had it that the giant bull had magic powers and one glance from him would return any man to his mother’s womb, so no one dared to enter his domain. It was known to all as the ‘Forbidden Zone’.
By Asiya5 years ago in Fiction
Fire
Now, do you know the most important discovery of humankind? It is fire. Fire has always been the most important discovery to humanity. Do you know where the fire came from? I certainly do, now come close and listen well.
By Christian Roberts5 years ago in Fiction
An Innocent Abomination
The king Minos hated the child because he was just that. A child. He had been born an atrocity. The body of a newborn babe with the head of a calf, soft brown that tapered down his shoulders and covered his body and a tail that swished curiously as the child explored the palace.
By Trinnity Sistrunk5 years ago in Fiction
Facundo & The Oasis
How deep does the earth go? What kind of flight does the bird take when it’s alone? How long is a ladder? How far is the ocean? Who knows who spoke first?
By Kris Platt5 years ago in Fiction
That's Bull sh*t
“PREPOSTEROUS!” She yelled. “There’s no way that story is anywhere near true. Those two legged monsters lie so much. I don’t know what to believe anymore. You remember what they said about the fighting, right? Those are battles we could have easily won, except for the important details they left out about the swords! Eefing red capes! You believe that human sh*t?! Oh, poor Rico. Ay dios mio,” as she made the sign of the cross.
By Danya White5 years ago in Fiction
Rise of the Meek
The bull was unhappy. The grass was drying up and all of his mates were taken away from him. The pools and puddles that had once sustained him were empty, the air was hot and heavy and the sky shone with glaring discomfort and not a single shade bearing cloud to shield him. The trees were denuded, and their skeletal branches provided no relief. He circled his range, his hooves kicking up dust along a track well worn. He was alone. And yet he abided.
By Brian Gracey5 years ago in Fiction
The Window
“Never open the window.” That was the first thing I was told as soon as I walked into the bedroom. My new bedroom, my new home. It was a hotel, but still. It had been years since I was last here, but it was still one of my favorite places to go when life took a downturn. And it did. I lost my job, a job I worked at for three years, and what do you know when you lose your job? You book a flight and spend a week at one of your favorite hotels.
By Mesuur Iorkighir5 years ago in Fiction
Legend, Myth or Dare
The lake had been frozen for years or certainly as far back as I could remember. I had lived in the area from birth and I didn't remember a time when the lake had thawed. It was the ideal way to start a legend or myth and I smiled as I recalled the local legend stretching back years.
By Annette Friar5 years ago in Fiction
Material Boy
I once heard the story of a young man who wished to join a closed religious order. He was instructed by the Father Abbot to spend some time in solitude, living an aesthetic life, so as to be sure of his vocation.
By Tristan Stone5 years ago in Fiction
An Audience with the Beast
The peak of twilight was the hour of mischief for little Enna and Joseph, and though this was not their first night of misdeeds, none before had been so perilous. Crouching, they weaved with the clumsy feet of children through the wheat field. The boy was a head taller than Enna, though her heart was bold, and she led him through as swiftly as she could. Silently as they tried, the dogs’ barks grew more fearsome, and the gold of the setting sun highlighted every frightened wrinkle of the boy’s gaunt face.
By Edward M Vera5 years ago in Fiction