VOYAGE XXXIV

She was shuffling as fast as she could; the wind felt strange on her wet, hirsute face.
29 April 2015

THE SILHOUETTE OF A TEA-CUP

It all started with the silhouette of a tea-cup.
22 April 2015

Afterword

Our highlight this week is doubtless the 6 Word Stories that have been compiled in collaboration with North South University English
22 April 2015

#6WORDSTORY

“An hour later, she limps away.”
22 April 2015

Afterword

I'm not sure how to feel about this.
15 April 2015

50 SHADES OF SLIME

“I am Gary, Crusher of Souls,” said James Earl Jones.
15 April 2015

FICTION

Sipping his afternoon cup of apple cider, the artist abruptly remembers the days he spent in a lake-house during his late teens.
15 April 2015

What are they putting in the water?

Little Karl Pink was a plucky young fellow who lived with his momma and poppa in the quiet little town of Niceplace.
15 April 2015

STALKERNATOR

I hate it when guys play hard-to-get. Why is this still even a thing? Well, I guess it is okay that he does it.
8 April 2015

Adventures of a 16 Year Old Girl: EPISODE TWO

My eyes don't seem to hold enough light, my palms are too big, my nose too pointy, too many acne marks on a sun-kissed face.
1 April 2015

THE ENCHANTED SEA

Childhoods are built on memories. Both good and bad ones. By some luck Aizah had been blessed with mostly the good kind, courtesy of a fantastic family.
1 April 2015

STARS

It has been exactly twenty days since my sister had left, or as my mummy had put it, flown to the stars.
1 April 2015

AFTERWORD

So this is something we haven't had on Fable Factory before: an editorial. SHOUT's recent expansion allowed us the opportunity to add another page to Fable Factory.
1 April 2015

SAVE US

I don't understand politics. All I know is that for the last three months, my school has been closed, until further notice.
25 March 2015

MELODY

The bird shifted uneasily inside the cage, all the while being watched greedily by Meena. It was a tiny, tiny thing. She could have grasped it in the palm of only one of her tiny hands.
25 March 2015

PALE RIDER

Torin was riding home from the war, carrying with him his papers of discharge and some silver.
25 March 2015

Kit Kats in the Sun

I think I was six or seven when a doctor that resembled Santa Claus told my mother that my father had heart disease.
18 March 2015

Necrosis

He scanned the floor for more weak, intoxicated mosquitoes.
18 March 2015

Falling In Love Is Synonymous to having Gum Wrappers Attack You from Within

A storm of colorful gum wrappers (I'm talking about the ones that my grocer tries to hand me instead of change) risk being unleashed within me.
11 March 2015

I am nobody.

Nobody you would want to know the name of. I am not famous.
11 March 2015