The Widow and Dame FortuneA young widow, having just left her husbands grave, was overcome by grief as she walked and thus became lost in a forest nearby. Alone with her thoughts she grew angry at the death Fortune had given her husband so early on in life and cried out, ''Must thou be so cruel as to take innocent lives as easily as plucking a daisy from the earth?''. Upon her shout, Dame Fortune appeared to speak with the lady.
''If you believe me to be cruel then how must you feel about yourself?'', and vanished as suddenly as she came, leaving behind her a beautiful, black daisy. The widow looked with wonder upon the daisy and was so enchanted by it's beauty she plucked it from the earth to keep for herself and therefore died, as Dame Fortune had tricked her by linking her life with the daisy.
Moral: What you may find unacceptable in others you may find within yourself.
The Rat and the DollSome time ago there lived a Rat of fine whiskers and a finer tail who stumbled across a small porcelain Doll in a farmer's rubbish heap. Entranced by the Doll's beauty, he carried her home with him and, to the amusement of his fellow rats, instated her as his wife. Finding that she was of little assistance in his daily rambles for food, the Rat placed her upon a slight ledge of the barn in which he lived and brought her an offering of sustenance each day, as well as flowers and other pretty objects with which to enhance her loveliness.The Rat and the Doll5 years ago in Fable Me This More Like This
One day the Rat returned from his foraging to find the other rats throwing pebbles at his Doll. "Stop!" he cried. "Why do you abuse my wife? What has she ever done to you?"
"She does nothing at all," said the other rats, "and that is the problem. How has she proven herself worthy of the attention you grant her, or the offerings you provide?"
"Her beauty proves her worth," claimed the Rat.
But at that moment, a gust of wind swept the Doll off her perch an
The Crane WifeThe Crane Wife5 years ago in Fable Me This More Like This
The Crane Wife
Does that bird
think of bygone times
as it flies singing...
- Princess Nukada
There on the poor man's doorstep,
an arrow biting into my wing,
I flew into the arms of decision
my cries calling clouds,
even to the brow of Moon:
I would not be this;
kindness come to me,
and songs of a different flesh,
irresistibly new. That was why,
sped to health, I fled only to return
to the poor man's doorstep
a bird no more, a woman of silk.
And how the bamboo blinds
quivered with the storms of Spring;
how Wind shook Moon in the p
Kitty, Kitty, Slave ch1This is yaoi (malexmale)Kitty, Kitty, Slave ch16 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
If you dont like dont read.
Everybody else ENJOY!
Reen shook his head in complete disgust, just like thousands of others in the town square. But, no, he wasnt like the others. He shook his head at them, while they shook theirs at the hundreds of half breeds, lined up and bound, ready for sell. Ever since he was a child, hed hated the use of the half breeds as slaves. Hed hated how society used them and then threw them away once theyd lost all their worth. And, now, he was just as disgusted with himself as he was with the rest of the slave buyers. His father had brought him along to pick out his very own slave, since he was now nineteen, the legal age of slave owning. Reen wished he could have told his father no, but his father was too strict of a man to allow for any disobedience of any kind, especially when it came to the slaves. He sighed, turning his head towards the stage.
The slaves were of several different types. There
A Reluctant Slave - 1A Reluctant Slave - 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a cold, harsh night when Lucy's father was murdered. She hadn't been able to sleep, lying awake in her bed as rain attacked her window and lightning flashed across her room. She wasn't frightened of the weather; storms happened often enough in Solace but something in the air made her heartbeat race. She'd heard of magic, of the vampires from the Shadowlands and though she'd never felt their touch she knew the air was tainted with their dark presence.
Her light, blue eyes flashed towards her door as she heard a woman scream and she could do nothing but curl under her sheets in worry. It had to be one of the maids, she knew, as there were no other women in the Manor. Feet clattered down the hallway and past her room and though the young woman didn't know it then, she had a deep fear of what the maid had just discovered.
"Father..." she whispered, though she didn't leave the safety of her bed, waiting and listening as she heard shouts from down the corridor. One she recognised as h
Ria Chapter 1Chapter 1Ria Chapter 16 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Been an orphan can be somewhat hard. Not knowing your parents can be one thing but not knowing where you come from or why you are even here can be harder. I can remember living on the streets for a long time. Other kids also, older kids, lived on the streets with us as well and they too didnt know much about there past, but as time went on, a lot of them moved on, they went and tried to get jobs, applied for school, done the things they wanted. They moved on. Then one day, when I was around eight or nine years old, I was sitting in an alley way eating some food I had found when the side door to a club opened and a handsome man around twenty-three or twenty-four years old step out. I watched as he took out a smoke and placed it between his lips. I remember watching him from the edge of the bin. He was not someone of this world, he was different to humans, and I could tell from the way he stood, his face expression, and also his handsome looks.
Crawling on my h
The Worm and the EpiphanyAlas, the worm was blind. Making its way through fertile earth, never meeting a soul, not even its own. Not knowing kith or kin, it didn't seem to bother him as, day by day, he burrowed his tedious way through mulch and mire; heeding not the dark or the cold. Not needing to ask the question that never would tire because it never grew old. He was not simply "you" -- he was "it" who did not exist.The Worm and the Epiphany5 years ago in Fable Me This More Like This
So on and on, as often goes with a worm, it continued the clandestine tryst to turn the soil. It was what he had learned, or was born having known. Was he born -- and born to toil? -- flashed a thought in the dark. Had he not? He never thought to ask it before.
Then suddenly, the worm broke through the crust of ground! It squinted hard into a blinding light, and basked in the shade of a sunflower whose head bowed low with curiosity, and promptly doused the worm with a shower of dew. And
The Black FoxThe Black Fox5 years ago in Fable Me This More Like This
Once upon a time, in a forest where three streams merged into a small, fast-flowing river, the locals say a shadow took life in the form of a black fox.
So shiny and thick and smooth was the coat of this black fox, it was said that hunters who caught sight of her were driven mad with the desire to own her pelt.
The best hunters for miles around chased after this elusive prey, but none succeeded. Indeed, many of them chased after the fox, deep into the darkness beneath the ancient pines, and never returned. Some believe they came across misfortune. Some believe they were taken by the fox into the fairy realm. Some have even more sinister theories to relate.
In a time when the autumn was crisping the leaves and turning the air cold, a young man went into the woods to gather firewood to sustain his family through the oncoming winter.
His bow was slung across his shoulders, and he carried an axe to cut wood, but he had no intention of killing any living creatures this day, and after many l
Slaves to the VampireSlaves to the VampireSlaves to the Vampire7 years ago in Horror More Like This
The two boys stood under the street light, leaning against one another for support. One had brunette hair that swung below his ears and into his eyes. The other taller boy had sleek black hair that was parted to cover his entire left eye. The younger looking one was wearing a red mid-drift top, and blue shorts, with red sandals. The other was dressed in complete black, from his T-shirt, to baggy pants, to his sneakers, all black.
I watched the older boy shift his shoulders slightly, pushing the younger out of the light. Kyle! the brunette gasped, Thats mean.
He shoved the other boy back. Kyle laughed, Youre so cute when youre angry, Jack, he said.
Did you hear that? Kyle asked turning his head in my direction. I slid behind the dumpster more than I was. I hadnt made a sound. Slowly, I closed my eyes, praying they wouldnt come over here. Well, arent you cute? came a man&
Leashed Ch.1Story in a nut shell: anthropomorphs are enslaved, a girl who is pretty much burning the candle at both ends that has never had any contact with slaves or bothered to really take much notice of them gets a slave, stuff happens (I ain't writtin more than that)... I put this summary (if you can call it that) here b/c the begining is kinda slow and I REALLY want people to actually read this and people usually like to know what a story is about before they jump into itLeashed Ch.17 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It all started over forty years ago, in an experiment. A group of scientists got an idea together and decided to follow up on it and make it possible. What was the idea? Well they wanted to make pets even better by giving them the ability to speak and hold a conversation. Seems innocent enough in perspective, kids all over the world have talked to their pets since the dawn of time even if they couldnt talk back. It gave some a friend they wouldnt have otherwise; it gave others someone to tell their feeling
My Dirty Little SecretPulling the knife out of his pocketMy Dirty Little Secret5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And closer to his face
He admires his reflection
As the light glimmers off of the blade
Tugging eagerly at his scruffy shirt
To reveal healing cuts crawling up his arm
He had done this before
With no hesitation
He pierces his flesh with the tip of the blade
Warm liquid blood escapes his fresh wound
Hissing briefly at the pain as he deepens the blade
A change of emotion runs through him
As he throws his head back moaning into the pain
Waiting to be taken into his fantasy slumber
Slowly losing consciousness, under the light of moon
The broken mirror of innocenseI'm going to tell a storyThe broken mirror of innocense5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
About a little girl
Who didn't has an option
Different from loneliness.
Her mother worked a lot
Her father lived far away
And her sister hated her
For being sweet and naive.
So she never talked too much
Because she knew no one would listen
And somehow she started to like
To be alone all the time.
In school she laughed with her friends
In her house she tried to get along with her sister
And every night when mommy arrived home
She said "I love you" and went to make dinner.
But mommy was tired
Of a depressed teenager
Which causeless selfishness
Made the woman's life harder.
It was the little girl's sister
Who made her mom to take the chance
She went to talk with their father
She decided to send the girls away.
The little girl
Felt betrayed for the first time
She ended up in a living hell
And lost the love she had for life.
Then she closed the door
Of her little broken heart
She made her own world
To pretend that everything was all right.
And so we find the end
Unnamed Story, PrologueMy name is Emma Cardolet. Save me.Unnamed Story, Prologue6 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
As I scrawled the message with a shaking hand, I knew he was coming for me. I knew it was too late. I was too far away-no one would read this, no one would hear my scream, I would die, and no one would ever understand how. They would blame some sick murderer when they found my body, lifeless, grotesque, in the clearing. He wasn't a murderer-he wasn't even human! He would be long gone, and if he weren't, no one would ever know we had associated. No one would know he existed. They would say it was an accident, a strange accident. Stupid little Emma was playing with fire.
But what fire was capable of commiting the horrors I had grown to expect from the devil that now stood, looming behind me? Who would guess that I had once loved him, and was still incapable of hating him? Even as his eyes took in the words my panicked hands had scribbled on the dirty scrap of paper and his fac
Run Along Boy...Long gone the time when I looked at the futureRun Along Boy...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Full of questions , impatience and hope
Long past behind me the era of seeking a cure
To my troubles, the answer is dope.
I wish I could share memories of joy
Of my childhood; such a disparity
My lifestyle simply has come to deploy
Overwhelming tentacles over my sanity.
When I was younger , a boy who believed
In the strength of his mind, he was so wise
Yet from all this faith; he never concieved
That he'd become the prophet of his own demise.
Lying down on the floor, in a pool of my blood
I can't help but wonder what a man I became
The boy I suffocated , dragged in the mud
Would simply cast me way, I'm a shame.
When I was a little I used to laugh and play
My innocent mind was a treasure
Now that pinch of innocence has been cast away
Crushed by my utter reality failure.
Sensing my fading energy, I surrender
And wish to dream for just one second
Return to the time when all was splendor
When I was innocent and young...
In my last seconds I ga
Hold The LineLove is the fire that runs deep into my soulHold The Line5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Stupidity and ignorance overwhelms me
Falling deeper for you, I can't help it
Trapped in your mystifying eyes
Holding my gaze
As love's flames continues to burn through me
I know the pain will be unbearable
Nothing can extinguish my passion
Then comes the day I have been dreading
Your bitter sweet smile locked into my mind
Walking away from what we could have been
Your final words twisting the knife
Piercing my breaking heart
I hate this love, its changing me,
I am not myself, I can't think straight
It's so indescribable
WastelandsOn the top of the hill he stands, across burning villages and torn forests, dry rivers and black seas, and he watches, indifferently, coldly; while the world's heart blows its last whispers in a flaming cloud.Wastelands5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Slowly he climbs down the hill and turns his face up, towards the sky, red, scarlet in His rage.
He falls on his knees and cries. Cries for the men. Cries for the women. Cries for the children. Cries for the Earth.
And then he rises, and he walks. Blood dripping from his hands. There's no more hope. There's no more reason. There is no more sanity. He just walks.