Fantasy
Top ramen
The story of how a internee created the Top Ramen brand is an interesting tale that intertwines invention, entrepreneurship, and adaptability. While the brand itself wasn't created by a internee, the invention and popularization of instant ramen can be largely credited to Momofuku Ando, a visionary entrepreneur whose trip, though not as dramatic as that of a internee, was filled with challenges and moments of alleviation. Early Life and Struggles Momofuku Ando was born as Go Pek- Hok on March 5, 1910, in Japanese Taiwan.
By vinoth kumarabout 14 hours ago in Chapters
Evolution of deepfake technology
The elaboration of deepfake technology is a fascinating trip that highlights both the rapid-fire advancements in artificial intelligence and machine literacy, as well as the significant ethical, social, and legal challenges these technologies present. Deepfake technology, which involves creating realistic but artificial vids, images, or audio recordings using sophisticated algorithms, has evolved from simple onsets to largely complex systems able of generating incredibly satisfying media.
By vinoth kumarabout 14 hours ago in Chapters
To all my fellow creators
Why do you share your work and journey with your social network? Nobody cares about what you do in your life. ⏩This! How often do we come across this statement? The argument for instant gratification that we gain while sharing glimpses or content about our journeys being detrimental for us, in the long run, is completely valid. The validation that we crave from external realms often stems from a lower sense of self-esteem.
By Hridya Sharmaa day ago in Chapters
Arcane Pathfinder. Content Warning.
Chapter 1 — “Blue Grass?” Sam yawned as she sat up, rubbing her eyes, “Man, what a good night’s sleep! I don’t remember sleeping that good in…forever.” Opening her eyes, she looked over to see what time it was and, “What the hell?
By MashtonXX & MashtonXYa day ago in Chapters
The Whispering Forest
art writing...The Whispering Forest. The name came to me without warning, as though it had been pulled from thin air. Gnarled branches of ancient trees, resembling the fingers of deities, towered above the ground. The air smelled like moss and damp earth, and the bark of the trees itself seemed to be humming quietly and almost unnoticed. With my boots crushing gently underneath, I moved forward carefully. Every sound of rustling leaves and the far-off cry of nocturnal animals was amplified in the silence, heightening my senses. The crystal orb was securely gripped, illuminating the path with a subtle glow created by its brightness.
By Claire_Madua day ago in Chapters
Who coughed out of million
Charles Ingram, known infamously as" The Man Who Coughed to a Million," came a central figure in one of the most notorious dishonors in the history of British TV. His story is a fascinating tale of ambition, deception, and the unraveling of a precisely orchestrated plan to cheat a popular quiz show.
By vinoth kumar3 days ago in Chapters
The Alpha's Wayward Mate
Scarlett of the forest clan stared out the window of her childhood home. Today was the day that all her dreams would hopefully come true at last. Ever since she was little, her parents had been telling her that she would most likely mate into the Lake clan because of how high class they were.
By Nalana Phillips3 days ago in Chapters
The Ancient Tome
Start writing... In the quietness of my small house, I sat at my messy desk, reading the pages of the ancient book with curiosity and anxiety. Joy overshadowed my heart studying the old book. The room emitted the warm glow of candles, creating flickering shadows on the walls. Visions of the mysterious book's spells and symbols had haunted me for weeks. Night after night, I tossed and turned on my bed, haunted by these visions of undiscovered truth and unspoken realities that spoke to my ears like promises of strength and wisdom. However, studying and tracing the intricate patterns engraved into the worn pages of the book, gave a rush of joy that filled my head with limitless opportunities. Knowing I had discovered something that could alter life forever—something much more phenomenal than I could have ever dreamed of. Flipping through the pages, my eyes widened at the secrets each page of the book contained and this sent shivers to my hands. With every spell and incantation read, a pulse of power reached my very soul. On a particular page, my attention was drawn to a single sentence that was written in fine writing at the bottom of the page, and it immediately made me desire with anticipation. "To those who want knowledge," it reads, "beyond the limits of mortal understanding, be careful, for the path you walk is full of danger and deception." Running the fingers over those words, a sense of commitment and anxiety came alive; feeling my mind with worries and questions. What great knowledge was hidden behind these symbols on the pages of the book? What danger waited ahead on the path of acquiring such lost knowledge? When I was ready to explore the ancient book mysteries further, an unexpected knock on the door erupted,panic. Who could it be at this late hour? And what did they want from me? I walked across the room quietly and cautiously peeking through the peephole, gasping with an open mouth in shock at what I saw behind the door. A man was standing behind the streetlamp's gentle light, his stature imposing and his features hidden by the darkness. For a moment I hesitate, danger and deceit racing through my mind. Then I unlocked the door and swung it open, with desperation-driven determination. Staring at the mysterious stranger with a mix of fear and curiosity. The man looked at me with a sly expression in his eye and murmured, "Good evening, Miss," in a melodic and sweet voice. I apologize for the interruption, but I noticed the light coming from your window. I was wondering if you could possibly assist me with a small but important issue." Multiple questions ran through my mind, my heart was pounding with fear on hearing the man's words. What was his intention when he approached me, and who was he? Was there a connection between the mysterious book and his abrupt appearance? But before I could respond, the man reached out and gently took my hand on his own. His touch sent a shiver down my spine, then he leaned close and whispered something that made me feel even colder. He said, menacingly and in a low voice, "You have something that belongs to me," gazing coldly into my eyes. "And I will recover it at all costs." At once, I fell backwards, a feeling of dread gushed over, my heart pounding and pumping in my chest as I tried to figure out what was going on.
By Claire_Madu3 days ago in Chapters
Whispers Of Enternity . Content Warning.
Hidden in between the whispering shadows of the forest and the tall oak trees in the center of Willowbrook was a charming small bookstore unlike any other. The worn sign, swinging softly in the wind, created flickering shadows on the cobblestone walkway that led to its warm entrance. Travelers came from all over the world, attracted by the strong smell of old papers and ancient knowledge, which promised undiscovered treasures and mysteries. I became overwhelmed with excitement on entering the mysterious bookstore and was hit by the heavy smells of ancient paper and the subtle murmur of whispered secrets that seemed to reverberate through the dimly lit space. Before me were rows upon rows of worn books and leather und volumes, each offering a fascinating glimpse into a world of secrets and lost wisdom. Excitedly my eyes scanned over the shelves, taking in the sight of old books and enchanted scrolls, each with strange sigils and mysterious symbols that seemed to pulse with a faint, ethereal glow. But a lonely book drawn my attention, its worn cover bearing odd markings and fading runes, and my heart raced with expectation. With shaky hands I reached out to grasp the book, feeling the old book power surge beneath my touch as with my fingertips barely brushed over its worn edges. With excitement mixed with nervousness, the book was retrieved from its resting position and embraced to my chest, like an embrace of a mother to her lost child, its mysteries pressing like a long-forgotten dream. With each flip through the old strange book,my mind raced with images of unknown places and wild powers. Whispering promises of secret knowledge and forbidden truths drew me farther into the darkness, until I felt the old power rushing through me like a stream. A voice broke through the silence, just when I was about to delve deeper into the book's secrets. With a tone filled with curiosity and humor, the voice spoke, "Ah, I see you've found the Book of Shadows." Startled, my eyes met an elderly figure standing in front of me when I turned, his eyes shining with a knowing glow as he looked, with a mix of curiosity and amusement. I apologize for interrupting, he said, "but I couldn't help but see your interest in that specific book. Many secrets are kept there, you know, secrets that are not for the timid." Listening to the old man, my head was racing with possibilities and questions. Who was he? How did he know I was here? What did he know about this mysterious old book I'm holding? Fear gripped immediately; goosebumps clothed me as the hairs on my back were standing on edge, yet getting rid of the impression that I was about to find something really remarkable wasn't ruled off. With a feeling of fear and resolve, I opened the book again to read more, but on tracing my fingers on symbols drawn on one of the pages of the old book, an unforeseen whirlwind sent the pages of the book violently into the air. Then, almost immediately, the elderly figure disappeared, leaving me standing alone by myself in the creepy bookstore with its dim light. The rate at which my adrenaline pumped became faster while trying to process and understand what just happened. Were all of them dreams? Have I discovered something far darker than I could have ever dreamed of? I thought. Turning back to the book, with nervousness and excitement, a brilliant burst of light flooded the room, sending Evelyn reeling backward in disbelief, as my fingers touched the old parchment. The light went out almost as it had appeared; again, I was alone at the bookstore. This time, fear gripped me so badly that I couldn't breathe properly as my heart beat tripled. After a moment, my eyes met the old book tightly held in her hands, then I knew better that whatever it contained was far more amazing than one could ever have imagined. Believing that whatever knowledge the book had was a key to unleashing a power beyond human comprehension—a power that has the tendency to permanently change the path of destiny—and if I'm right, then each page contained clues or solutions. At that moment I knew my journey had only just begun.Gazing down at the old book,purpose and resolve filled my heart. The night air felt warm on heading back home, with the book tucked under my arm. Now I understood greatness was meant for me—to discover the mysteries of the old book and use the strength contained within its worn pages. At once, I couldn't get rid of the feeling of being watched; with every step my eyes were watching with a mixture of fascination and resentment, before vanishing into the night, each step resonating softly on the cobblestone walk. However, determined to learn the truth about the strange book and discover the mysteries hidden behind its old pages, I overcame her concerns and continued.
By Claire_Madu5 days ago in Chapters