Hello Everyone and happy weekend! To celebrate my favorite day of the week, each Friday I will highlight a short story, WIP, or other quip. I will write some of my own, but, also open it up for YOU, dear reader to join in.
If you would like to submit a Friday Fable please see the following guidelines:
1. All content MUST be YA, suitable for a general audience.
2. Fables must not exceed 500 words in length.
3. You must use an unpublished, original fable of your own, it can be a work in progress on its’ way for submission consideration.
4. Email to email@example.com with Fable Fridays in the subject line. Paste the entire fable within the email verbiage, not as an attachment.
If this feature grows in popularity, I will begin hosting a Friday Fables contest. Just not sure yet of the parameters, but, I can think of something.
Happy writing and let’s see what fables you can cook up!
Indigo did not understand why scary movies, games, books, etc were so terrifying to her. The thought of any of those things created such an aversion in her stomach, it was indescribable. She preferred the light and funny to the dark and forbidding. She knew it was one reason she was drifting further away from friends like Gail, who had a thirst for the bloodcurdling.
Indigo was becoming more self-centered and found herself drawing away from her belief in mysticism. If a concept was not concrete, she began to doubt its relevance in her world. She shunned what she could not touch. Just as nothing bad was there when she reached for it in the dark, how did she know the power of God was there either? What she did not realize was how empty it was actually making her to relinquish her faith in the unseen, as well as vulnerable to things evil.
As Indigo sped toward pre-adolescence, more of her friends held slumber parties, and she was always invited. Indigo enjoyed evenings with most of her friends, and they would stay up late talking, eating and playing games. However, some of her friends, like Gail, used any sleepover as an excuse to rent movies to push the fear factor.
One particular evening, Gail had a sleepover to celebrate the weekend before Halloween. The girls were becoming old enough that trick or treating was not always the fulfilling thrill of the sometimes controversial holiday. Gail decided to rent movies containing the most blood, gore, and terror she could find. On the list were zombies, supernatural serial killers, vampires, and werewolves. Each of the movies had such a lifelike twist; they were not easily dismissed as fiction.