Fable

Rust Beneath the Skin. Content Warning.
The year was 1899, and the sea pressed itself endlessly against the coast of Whitcombe, a village where salt clung to the air and iron settled deep into every man’s bones. Fishermen cursed the waves even as they depended on them. Wives scrubbed clothes raw on the stones, while children hauled baskets of coal to homes already blackened with soot. And among them moved Clara Whitcombe, daughter of the late foundry master, who wore gloves even in the height of summer.
By E. hasan8 months ago in Fiction
The Pied Sniper
Those fools in the town below thought I would help them and they could simply stiff me on the bill. Oh, I’ll show them. I’ll show them, indeed.
By Stephen A. Roddewig8 months ago in Fiction
Honor. Top Story - August 2025.
All he had in his life was honor. In the corner of his small bedchamber, a smoldering ancestral votive with notes of incense, jasmine, and wildflower fought the stench of the world beyond. It was a futile effort. Moonlight reflected off his sword reverently held between two wooden pedestals. It was his father’s blade, cooled with honor by blood of the Emperor’s enemies.
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Fiction
LE SERPENT "The Snake"
At the dawn of the last century, everyone in Dijon knew Madame la Présidente de C—. She was the belle of the town: all dimples, lace, and painted smiles, with that same little serpent slithering across her lap like a favored lapdog. She would pet it in public, let it curl against her breasts as though it were her child—or her lover.
By Tom Baker8 months ago in Fiction
Of Morvannon and Sylwen
The forest was hushed beneath the moon, save for the silver song that drifted through the trees. Morvannon followed it,
By Kyle8 months ago in Fiction
The Clock Stopped at 3:07
The night it started, I thought it was just a coincidence. I had fallen asleep on the couch, the TV still on, when a sharp click jolted me awake. I glanced over at the old clock on the wall—the one my grandmother left me. Its second hand had frozen, pointing straight at the seven.
By ETS_Story8 months ago in Fiction
Rooted in Nature. Dried to Perfection
The first time Leena heard about Dryfroot, she thought it was just another grocery shop. Her grandmother, however, spoke of it in whispers, as if it were a place of secrets. “It isn’t just food they sell,” Nani would say, eyes twinkling, “it’s memory, strength, and sometimes even a little magic.”
By Princess Ladly8 months ago in Fiction
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity
The Power of AI: How Artificial Intelligence is Shaping the Future of Humanity --- A New Era of Intelligence Artificial Intelligence (AI) is no longer the stuff of science fiction—it’s here, woven into the fabric of our daily lives. At its core, AI is the simulation of human intelligence by machines. It can learn, adapt, and even make decisions, sometimes faster and more accurately than people. What was once imagined in futuristic novels is now a reality: machines that recognize faces, translate languages, diagnose diseases, and even create art. The rise of AI represents a turning point in human history, comparable to the invention of electricity or the internet.
By Muhammad Ibrahim8 months ago in Fiction
"The Passenger Who Wasn’t There"
It was raining the night it happened, one of those slow, steady rains that makes the road shine like black glass. I was driving home from work, tired, half-listening to the radio when I saw her.
By ETS_Story8 months ago in Fiction
Gold Price on the Move: A Mirror of Global Uncertainty
The world often forgot that prices were stories. On a glowing chart in some financial terminal, the price of gold looked like nothing more than a jagged line—up, down, sideways. But behind every tick lived human hopes, fears, and calculations, as tangled as the veins of gold hidden in the earth.
By Princess Ladly8 months ago in Fiction
The Love Thief. Top Story - August 2025.
As the sun lies down to sleep, figures dance across green fields dotted with daffodils. Twisting and turning, they meet in the evening’s cool breeze. Staring into each other’s eyes, they feel the weight of the universe bear down on their hearts. The shaking in their knees makes them shiver in the summer air. They enter each other without care as they stare into each other’s souls. In love with each other’s drawing gaze, as time scrolls by, it turns to a haze.
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Fiction
The Town That Forgets You
The Story The Town That Forgets You The first thing I noticed about Willow’s End was how quiet it was. No cars passed along the single main street. The air was heavy, still, as if the whole town held its breath. A few shops lined the street—a bakery, a general store, a post office—but none had signs that looked newer than a decade old.
By waseem khan8 months ago in Fiction