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the panda lived by the horses up on the hill where no one could see. Since the panda had never seen another panda it assumed it was a horse but was always confused as to why it didn’t look the same as the other horses. One day it got up the nerve to ask a lone horse by the railing what it had been pondering for ages. “Why don’t I look like you?” the panda asked, hope and worry mixing on it’s face. “because…” said the horse “…you’re a panda bear, duh”. And that is why pandas still look so confused.

» Posted By Fable On 11.24.2011 @ 10:11 pm


The desk I sat at everyday was old though if you merely glanced at it you would probably think it was new. I could tell that many others had sat there before me because you could see the spots where they’d picked of bits of the desk to relieve the stress of being Sir’s secretary; keeping not only is contacts straight and his day in order but also his secrets and the evidence of the evil he’d done to get ahead. You could even see where I’d picked at the desk before I got canned, just like the others. Thus is the short life of the secretary there.

» Posted By Fable On 08.27.2011 @ 2:44 pm


The root was what I needed to find. It’s extremely rare, and rightly so. This root could save the life of my dear friend, or so I’d been told, if only I could find it. Sweat beads on my forehead and rolls down to my chin as I dig deeper in to the ground at the base of that old tree, anticipation wrapping around my lungs causing my breath to become shallow and rapid. I see a small glimmer, then more, slowly unearthing the icy root. it’s silver color gleams in the moon light and I start to cry. After months of looking under every tree in this forest I’d found it. I’d found my friends salvation in the roots of heaven.

» Posted By Fable On 08.01.2011 @ 5:16 pm


why would you do that to me? you knew it would hurt me, yet you still did it. I’d told you a million times that was the one line you were not to cross, anything else wouldn’t have mattered anywhere near as much as that did. So why? I guess you’re just mean….

» Posted By Fable On 07.10.2011 @ 7:30 pm


you know those skirts? yeah those plaid skirts that catholic school girls wear. why are the so short? those girls are supposed to be pure and caste not tromping around in slut wear!

» Posted By Fable On 06.05.2011 @ 6:58 pm


The backpack held more than my books, it held pieces of me. My heart, soul, my mind. In that backpack alone were the scattered remnants of my entire life up until this point: what am I if I’m not a student?

» Posted By Fable On 06.01.2011 @ 7:19 pm


Once there was a man who was very poor. He had a penchant for shiny things and had the bad habit of taking whatever he saw lying around, whether it was his or not. Oddly enough he never tried to pawn the items he took to increase his overall wealth and give him something to buy food with. Instead, with every item he collected, he would place it in to a wall he was building. It turns out he wasn’t that poor after all as the house he had built from all of the items he’d stolen was worth an unimaginable amount. The end.

» Posted By Fable On 05.24.2011 @ 9:34 am


The radar was singing to me as the ship neared. I new we were in serious trouble. This wasn’t going to end well. But I wasn’t going to die. Not me. I was getting off this death-trap.

» Posted By Fable On 11.07.2010 @ 4:34 am

I was on the radar, under the radar, nextr to the radar. No matter where I was, the radar couldn’t see me,. I was invisible. I barely existed. And I flew, part of the ari itself. nothing could touch me. Nothing could stop me

» Posted By Fable On 11.07.2010 @ 4:32 am


it’s only natural to feel this way right? The feeling that everything’s slipping away. The slight ache in your stomach that you get when you realize that your friends aren’t your friends anymore. It’s only natural to want to

» Posted By Fable On 01.13.2010 @ 1:23 pm

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