FABLE FACTORY

Man waving at his own reflection.
Fable Factory / So long, goodbye
Aaqib Hasib
13 July 2023 • FABLE FACTORY
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The Last Few Fries
Upoma Aziz
13 July 2023 • FABLE FACTORY
An entry and an exit.
Fable Factory / Love will live
A.M. Fahad
6 July 2023 • FABLE FACTORY
Person reading a newspaper.
Fable Factory / Storytellers
Hasib Ur Rashid Ifti
6 July 2023 • FABLE FACTORY
A bird taking flight from a pole while two other birds watch.
Fable Factory / Concrete sorrow
Raian Abedin
22 June 2023 • FABLE FACTORY
Cityscape at night
Fable Factory / Chander Buri and an insomniac’s drivel
Zabin Tazrin Nashita
22 June 2023 • FABLE FACTORY
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Death of a novelist
Md. Nayeem Haider
15 June 2023 • FABLE FACTORY
Blurry picture of lights.
Fable Factory / Blurry artwork
Raian Abedin
8 June 2023 • FABLE FACTORY
Large body of water imposed over a colourful gradient seen through a window.
Fable Factory / Droplets of eternity
Nawshin Flora
8 June 2023 • FABLE FACTORY
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Upside Down world
A.M. Fahad
1 June 2023 • SHOUT
Fable Factory

Smile

I cannot remember the last time I smiled.
11 March 2015
Dawn

BIG BROTHER

Billy did not understand why a baby should require so much attention. Everyone, especially momma and papa, centered their focus on this newborn creature.
4 March 2015
Dawn

DAWN

There was once a town; far away from anywhere else. A small town populated by quiet people, who kept to themselves, content in living the way that their fathers had, and their fathers before.
4 March 2015
Jars

Boy-Interrupted

The world was for the boys who wore their hearts in iron covers and for the men who looked at the world from their stage of necessary ambitions.
26 February 2015
Defiance

The Anarchist

Jail is so familiar that I have ceased to bother with its messy appearance.
19 February 2015
Anarchist

Price of Defiance

The dog arched its back and yawned. The fire from the cooking pit provided reprieve from the biting cold.
19 February 2015
Repeat on

Delirium

Maybe he was only a figment of my imagination. Maybe they were right. The man on my desktop background, the ring on my finger, the names on the bronze plate on the door, the pictures on the wall, none of those were real.
12 February 2015
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ON REPEAT

She's looking good in the light
12 February 2015
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LIGHT DRIPS

Everyone leaves - With broken bones Because your limbs are sticks And your eyes are stones.
22 January 2015
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Hope

Hope is a melody of the unsung The murmur of the uneducated young The silent prayer of those who cannot speak The invisible screams of the weak
22 January 2015
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Take me in

I remember you singing me lullabies, I remember playing on your knee. I can see you holding me as I fell, From a wall when I tried to leap.
22 January 2015
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Millimetres Apart

Dr. John, the old coaxial cable who had seen both the advent of cable TV and the internet, felt the aluminium lining under his skin crackle.
10 December 2014