FABLE FACTORY

FABLE FACTORY

The Last Few Fries

The place had no soul or spirit left, and it was evident in the colourless walls, the unclean glasses, the empty eyes of the server who left me a menu card.

1y ago

Fable Factory / So long, goodbye

As I turned around to reply, she was gone.

1y ago

Fable Factory / Love will live

Or will you bloom into a new life with me? 

1y ago

Fable Factory / Storytellers

“It was where people crafted stories, my boy!”

1y ago

Fable Factory / Concrete sorrow

We grasp on and we hold tight.

1y ago

Fable Factory / Chander Buri and an insomniac’s drivel

I’d never felt sadder at the prospect of not being a part of someone else’s story.

1y ago

Death of a novelist

The infallible whiteness of the walls, the omnipresent smell of disinfectants, and the fields of artificial grass come back to me. Swimming before me are visions of smiling children and the legions of overworked childcare professionals constantly at their service. Every blink threatens to permanently relocate me to their world of ceaseless laughter.

1y ago

Fable Factory / Blurry artwork

It’s God’s funny way of reminding me that all that is received is a gift that is broken.

1y ago

What is oomph?

"I just don't think there is any 'oomph' between us, you know?"

4y ago

Slumber of Intoxication

A strange incense fills in, Stars veiled by the cluster of clouds.

4y ago

Pori

The slow motion of the shuttle train along with the breeze feels nice on her skin. At the end of the carriage, some students start singing one of those songs that everybody knows, in their loud and untuned voices, using whatever they have as instruments.

4y ago

Blinded

A dull thud and a cry from behind her roused Maia from her thoughts. She turned to find a figure clad in black sprawled facedown on the floor of the balcony. The dark-skinned boy was younger than her — in his early twenties.

4y ago

Woe is not me

He doesn’t smile as much as he used to. Even if he does, it doesn’t reach his eyes as much as it did before.

4y ago

Stuck in Time

To be completely honest, the kitchen always spooked me after dark, especially if I had to open any of the cabinets under the sink. Who knew what I would witness one of these days in there?

4y ago

A Bittersweet Love Affair

Some stories just write themselves.

4y ago

False Positive × Masks

The light that drenched the man on the rooftop had no warmth to it. The light shifted and morphed with the changing visuals on the billboard,

4y ago

It Rains When I Write

And so it finally rains, it finally rains when I write.

4y ago

Enigma

What was it like, meeting you?

4y ago