Fable Factory

I heard they are changing the dictionary

I heard they are changing the dictionary.

When the streetlights flicker, think of revolution

When the streetlights flicker, think of every doe-eyed child that the city swallows

House of Cards

Welcome, weary traveler! To my humble abode. Come, come. I'll show you

A Dead River is All I Want

You know those instances when we start off in the wide, turbulent currents of a river making its way downstream?

In the absence of a light source

Grief is a lonely river, like a fisherman's song with an empty net

The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in your House

If they knew, your mother would have said, “It’s in your head, darling,” and your father would have screamed, “Put that head in the toilet bowl where it belongs.”

Leafhopper under the vast purple sky

In that world, ignorance amassed like water near the roots of a cypress tree.

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.

Fable Factory / So long, goodbye

As I turned around to reply, she was gone.

October 6, 2022
October 6, 2022

What Was Here

The soil, it sings with what was here.

September 29, 2022
September 29, 2022

A resignation from being your muse

I am writing to you from our barren bed, watching as your shadow moves just outside the room, beyond my reach.

September 22, 2022
September 22, 2022

July Belongs to Misery

"Are you happy?" June asks Lazmere.

September 15, 2022
September 15, 2022

All that matters

The office started to clear out once the overhead clock struck five.

September 8, 2022
September 8, 2022

Demons, Darkness, and the Story of a Girl

“Hello, good morning to you,” said one of the butterflies.

August 25, 2022
August 25, 2022

My Mother’s Shoes

I didn’t know the endings to most of the stories as I fell asleep halfway.

August 18, 2022
August 18, 2022

The Graveyard

They will consider me nothing but a body that has stopped functioning after my death.

August 11, 2022
August 11, 2022

Craven

Familiarity has its uncanny essence, like patchwork sewn by your mother.

August 11, 2022
August 11, 2022

The Happiest Day in Ripon Shaheb’s Petty Life

Too much education gets into these girls’ heads.

July 28, 2022
July 28, 2022

Product Placement Gone Wrong

"But that's not McDonald's. It's MacDonwald's. Must be a knock-off."