FABLE FACTORY | The Daily Star
  • Stay

    It had been weeks since Adil met Taranna and both of them ended up being paired up for the upcoming dance competition. Adil felt like he was only doing it since his name was unfortunate enough to be called during the draw. But as the days passed, that mindset slowly started to change.

  • Hope in a Tea Cup

    How I was writhing in pain! You used to observe me in silence, From the other side of my agony. And, here at this side, always remained amassed huff.

  • The lightning without thunder

    The sky was a sleeping shade of air-brushed grey. Ashen, pastel, grey. But soon it woke up as dark, furious clouds tempered its mood, evading its tranquillity and the sky, slowly turning deeper, duly started its tantrum.

  • Faces

    Billions of faces I see, Billions of lives, breathe, The sound of all their souls drifting through.

  • The Cat Burglar

    As I stretch out onto my bed, my eyes drooped. Master had been at “the gym” all day today, so there were no pesky interruptions in my observation of the winged rodents next door. I believe I have almost cracked their behaviour pattern and will most definitely have one of them as my captive the next time Master forgets to close the barrier between our abodes.

  • Tears

    A drop of water, a pouring rain, highlighted by the moonlight, A burnt up winter, a worsening pain, no place where I could hide.

  • Pale Blue Grocery Bag

    She wasn't exactly the 'turning heads when walking into a room' type of girl. That kind of attention didn't appeal to her to begin with. She had always been more of a keen listener; silence had been her strongest language from the start, and she spoke it fluently. She craved a love that felt right but was also afraid of finding it.

  • Sunrays

    WHO AM I ?

    I am what I do not know, Wings of fire, heart of snow.

  • Paranoia

    Even the slightest of sounds can seem piercing, when amidst crystalline silence. And right now, the noise of my own breathing sounds like a storm brewing to me. I try to breathe a bit more quietly, but there is little I can do to wane my thumping heart, which feels and appears to be a ceaseless machine.

  • Screams

    There are screams I bear witness to, As I lay awake in my bed. Perhaps the cries of sad and melancholic people, Resonating throughout my head.

  • The Painting

    A piece of vivid white paper, And a set of bottles of acrylic colour. A new brush, set in front of the protagonist, A story to be painted for the pallor.

  • Planet Nebula

    “So, where are you headed?” asked the waiter. Although the waiter was a robot, Chris was glad it had been given a female voice. He hadn't had human contact for such a long time. The only reason he took a detour to this space station was so that he could have a brief conversation with another being.

  • On my window pane

    On my window pane they stay –

  • Big Day Prep

    Sleepless night, Running thoughts, But father said, “Sleep fast son.” But it can't be resisted,

  • DNA

    As I walked through this new city for the first time, something familiar constantly clicked in my mind, making me pause, every now and then. “I have definitely been here before,” I mumbled to myself, skimming my hand over the rough plaster, proceeding forward with the nagging feeling of familiarity.

  • From one home to another

    It was hot inside the bus – there was no air-conditioning. I was engulfed by the stench of stale sweat, cheap cologne and a gloomy scent of desolation. What an oxymoron, though, because the bus was anything but empty, with passengers crammed both inside and on the roof, clutching their bags of coconuts and fresh vegetables that they had collected from

  • Afternoon Tea

    “The tea was really bad, eh?” the man from the cafe stepped up right next to Kazan, who was about to step on to the tracks. Startled, he stepped back on to the platform. He hadn't realised there was anyone else in the station.


    Will you tell me a story? I have not slept for thousands of years,


    She sat at the throne of the moon, And put on her crown of stars.

  • Vermillion

    Radha stared ceaselessly at the mangled slab of flesh, blood and bones, trying to find any hint of resemblance between the person she'd known and loved, and been happily married to for all these years, and the mess lying in front of her.

  • The Nights We Dream

    Opening my eyes slowly, I sat up. The soft, cosy bed with its warm blanket from my dream had vanished. Above was the roof of the market stall, and beneath, the cold damp footpath. As my senses started to clear, unlike the fog that hid the watery winter sun above my head, I became very aware of two things: the tickling sensation on my nose and the unbearable chill. Lifting up one frozen hand I removed the

  • My best friend and I

    No kid is happy without a best friend and I'm especially glad for mine. She's not really the type of person anyone would be friends with but I love her nonetheless. The best part of my day is the evening when I play with her at the rooftop. No, she doesn't go to school with me. I actually don't even know which school she goes to or whether she goes to a school at all. She never discusses these matters with me. You see,


    It was a ride, A dream ride, Between the future and the past,


    Stolen moon scales, fresh parchments, Distant polaroid and broken pendants.

  • The Finishing Line

    There are people everywhere. Runners with their family or friends, maybe even both. It's far too easy to tell the runners apart from their well-wishers. The athletes are dressed in all white, the only things that's not white is the big bold black number glued right at the chest. Some of them did take the liberty to accessorise themselves with colourful headbands and colourful socks — some ankle high and some up to their knees. Anticipation can be detected in the faces of the tag-alongs, whereas on the runners' faces, a prominent look of dread sits rooted, which I'm sure is present on my face as well.

  • The Evacuation

    The feathery white clouds floating lazily across the cerulean sky indicated that it was going to be a lovely day. Just like other days that ended in massive brouhaha. Old Li Yan was sweeping the park, when he sensed something different in the air. He looked around, but everything seemed pretty normal. Call it the superstitions of an old man, but Yan's intuitions had never failed him previously. Something was not right.

  • The Sky Moves Sideways

    They asked me what I believed,

  • Ruins and Refuge

    “Vulture Unit 32, departure in one hour. Remain under 800 meter radius of the rendezvous point.” The comm unit in Abbey's hand buzzed with a thick layer of static. The voice of her squad leader disappeared as she shifted her attention back to the task at hand. She marked down the time in her comm unit. Remembering things had never been her forte. But remembering to brush your teeth was one thing while remembering to get back to your ship before it left you stranded in the ruins of the old world was something else entirely.

  • Drizzles of Hesitation

    It's another dark day. It was a sunny morning but looks like somebody suddenly stole the humour from the sky. It had seemed like a great day to go out without an umbrella, I thought, waiting under this sun-shed in front of a departmental store. This is why you should always listen to moms. The thundering is making the dark city glow with heavenly lights for split seconds. The cool temperature and vapours of

  • Chaos

    Counterfeit blessings, Virtual possessions, Freedom costs ineffable pain.