Fable
The Sly Donkey and the Burden of Cleverness: A Moral Tale
The Sly Donkey and the Burden of Cleverness: A Moral Tale Once, on the outskirts of a quiet village, lived a donkey. He was a bit simple-minded but incredibly hardworking. He worked for a local merchant, carrying heavy loads of sugar on his back to be sold at the distant market.
By Amir Husen11 days ago in Fiction
The Lesson of the Two Frogs in the Pit
The Lesson of the Two Frogs in the Pit One day, two frogs were hopping through a field, lost in conversation. Because they weren't paying attention to where they were going, they suddenly tumbled into a deep, dark pit. The hole was so deep that getting back out seemed impossible.
By Amir Husen11 days ago in Fiction
The Goblin
Mr. Moore finished roll call and signaled to the bus driver to go. The bus started to move. Doug Barnes slipped on his head phones and turned on his Walkman. The year was 1998. He shut his eyes and got lost in the rock music playing in his ear phones. The bus hit a pothole and jostled everyone temporarily. Doug grumbled under his breath. If there was one thing Doug could not stand it was a long bus ride. This particular bus ride was going to last two hours.
By DJ Robbins12 days ago in Fiction
𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓚𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓦𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓜𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓑𝓮 𝓓𝓸𝓷𝓮!!
Sixty-four squares, alternating black and white in an eight-by-eight square. That is just the start. It's the landscape, the battlefield for two opposing factions, who generally keep to the rules as they fight against each other, pitting their plans and strategies against each other.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 13 days ago in Fiction
Over the Hill. Top Story - March 2026.
I shouldn't be surprised- it's just like Papa to leave the planning to the last minute. But this? Unbelievable. A person's birthdate doesn't change from year to year, now, does it? Most people have their 60th Event planned years in advance.
By Judey Kalchik 14 days ago in Fiction
Tides of Fire and Water. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
Title: Tides of Fire and Water The Water Kingdom was a realm of silver rivers and endless rain, where the sea kissed the mountains and the royal palace shimmered like glass in the moonlight. Prince Rano, youngest of the Water Kingdom’s royal line, had always carried himself with quiet grace, yet there was a heaviness to him that no courtly education could ease. A scar traced a line along his left cheek, a remnant of an accident long ago an accident caused by someone who should have protected him, but instead left a permanent mark.
By Maya Ocean14 days ago in Fiction
“Very Dark Times” OF USA
Ray Dalio Warns: The United States May Be Heading Into “Very Dark Times” Billionaire investor Ray Dalio has issued a stark warning: the United States may be heading into “very dark times.” His concerns are not based on short-term politics but on long-term historical patterns that have shaped the rise and fall of global superpowers.
By Wings of Time 15 days ago in Fiction
The Angelic Knights
Recently, local village board members labeled the property located inside the Midland Forest, surrounded by towering timber featuring deceptive and tricky qualities, an ‘eye soar’, proclaiming no trespassing status, despite the trees numerous rings marking many wise years experienced. Adolescents down at the local high school deemed the hideaway, “best place to get that eternal high’ and to prove this point once in a while, they would sacrifice, “EGOTs”, ‘Envious, Greedy, Overbearing, Twits’, luring them to the destination for a night ‘that will end all lively mission obligations’.
By Marc OBrien15 days ago in Fiction
L'unico: Part 3
In the morning, Jade gathered his belongings and joined his mother for their planned trip to a rustic farm. They had decided to spend a week at a hotel by the sea, hoping the change of scenery would be therapeutic for Jade. The idea ofthe peaceful farm and the soothing ocean was a welcome distraction from the recent upheaval in Jade's life. As they arrived at the train station, Faty purchased two cups of coffee to sustain them through the journey. Jade, though seemingly composed, was still grappling with the shock of recent events. The doctor’s diagnosis and his mother’s insistence on spiritual intervention had left him feeling unsettled. He sipped his coffee, lost in thought, as they waited for the train.
By el hariti adil15 days ago in Fiction
The Rearview Mirror of the Soul. AI-Generated.
The Rearview Mirror of the Soul The gold-leafed journal on Maya’s nightstand was a collection of lies she desperately wanted to believe. “I am a magnet for abundance,” she had written that morning, her pen carving the words into the paper with a force that betrayed her exhaustion. But as she stepped out into the humid gray of a Los Angeles morning, the "abundance" she felt was a heavy, suffocating anxiety.
By Fatima Smith16 days ago in Fiction
