Adventure
Plan a Budget-Friendly Gorakhpur to Nepal Tour
Nepal is a stunning destination known for its breathtaking landscapes, rich cultural heritage, and adventure opportunities. Whether you are a backpacker, a pilgrim, or a nature enthusiast, Nepal has something for everyone. To make the most of your trip without overspending, careful budget planning is essential. Choosing the right season and cost-effective travel options can significantly reduce expenses while ensuring a fulfilling experience. Nepal is a dream destination for travelers seeking adventure, spirituality, and natural beauty. Whether you want to climb Everest, explore ancient temples, or relax by serene lakes, Nepal has something for everyone.
By Khushboo Yadav2 years ago in Fiction
The Leonardo Paradox
The climb to the top of the Duomo seemed endless. Sarah's muscles burned as she ascended the narrow maintenance stairs between the dome's inner and outer shells. The manuscript grew heavier with each step, as if the temporal energy it contained was responding to their elevation.
By Shane D. Spear2 years ago in Fiction
Episode #6 Push Jordan to Stay in the Haunted Hospital
Nervousness pecks at your stomach faster then Jordan’s! Hair on the back of your neck stands straight up as your right foot touches the first of thirteen solid cement stairs leading up to an eerie looking old hospital, meeting a set of two twelve-foot-high wooden hand carved oak doors, opening inward.
By Susan McGill2 years ago in Fiction
Expatrianas Histories - What the Gods Fear
“The southern Gods live in their great temple in Tenochtitlan. Ehecat is the wind God form of the great Quetzlacoatl. He is equivalent to Zeus among the southern Gods.” It was rare for Elyria to speak to Baj almost as an equal without her normal condescending tone and attitude, but whenever she did, he listened most intently. These were the few times she said things which made sense and were genuinely important, and sometimes even wise. This discussion about the southern Gods was one such occasion and so he made careful note of everything Elyria said. He remained respectfully silent as she continued. "I once heard Zeus say. A God whose name I cannot pronounce, is a God with whom I will have no quarrel. He is a silly old fool, but he is wise in some ways, and in this he is very wise. I will never understand these southern Gods human and you should avoid them at all costs too, if you value your life that is. They are barbarians forever demanding human sacrifice. And the more terrible the death the happier they are." That had sent a shiver down Baj’s spine. To think there existed beings with which even the great Zeus was afraid to quarrel, made Baj realize just how little he knew about the powers of his universe, and just how weak mortals like himself were in comparison to the Gods. He could not help but speak up at that moment. “Do you think they will join us when Diskord comes? Will the southern Gods fight alongside us against Chaos?” Baj asked with an air of resignation which suggested he felt sure the answer would be no. “Yes human, they will join us.” Elyria answered without hesitation. “How can you be certain?” he quickly shot back. The Goddess gazed at Baj and sighed, irritated by his inability to see the answer which was so clearly right in front of his face. “Because my slow brained one, if they do not there will be no humans left for their sacrifices.” Baj had long since armored himself against any hurt that might be caused by Elyria’s many harsh and unfair criticisms of himself and humanity. In the early years of his enslavement, he would have responded in kind, but he had come to accept them as a necessary if very unfortunate aspect of the Goddess’ personality. The attack on his intelligence was mild by her standards and he did not react though he was depressed greatly as he considered the weakness of mortals when viewed against the might of the Gods. Elyria immediately sensed the change in mood through her bond with him, and enquired gently, “Why does your mood suddenly darken human?” Baj answered meekly with an air of resignation “Is there no role for us to play then? In the fight against Chaos I mean. We are so weak. If even the Gods fear DisKord what can we possibly do?” The Goddess looked at him and, in her eyes, he saw something he rarely did. He only ever saw it when she was at the peak of one of her “sermons” pontificating on the power of hope and love, the corny philosophy she espoused, the principles around which a church had been built, and to which her temple’s across Nortenous were dedicated. It was hope that he saw there, true hope, the kind only a God could reveal, and in that moment, it gave him strength and renewed his flagging spirits. He was no acolyte of her church and had been tricked into servitude. He did not believe in that “hippie dippy bullshit” as he referred to her philosophy and church, but even he could not deny the power of her message. However, never in a million years would he say that to the Goddess. Her ego needed no additional stroking given its current and seemingly ever-expanding size.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
A story during the Renaissance
Lorenzo di Rossi hunched over his canvas, candlelight flickering against the walls of his cramped Florentine studio. Outside, the bells of Santa Maria del Fiore tolled midnight. He had been working for hours, his brush gliding over the painting of a noblewoman whose face had haunted his dreams for weeks.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
Ghost of the Mountain
Have you ever seen something unbelievable? Something you just couldn’t explain, and no matter how many times you played it through your head, it just didn’t make sense? The only reason you know it happened is because you saw it with someone, so the only proof of its existence is the memory you share with that person?
By Paul Plett2 years ago in Fiction
The dragon’s final wish
High above the world, where the sky met the mountains, an ancient dragon lay curled upon a bed of shattered gold and forgotten relics. His scales, once gleaming emerald, had dulled to a weathered gray, and his once-mighty wings now bore the tattered marks of time. He was the last of his kind—Vorlith the Eternal, keeper of the ancient fire.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
My Pen Pal
It all began with an advert in a newspaper. I was going through its pages when my eyes came upon the section called "Looking for a Pen Pal?" I suddenly became engrossed in it and started scanning through all the names and addresses listed under so many different countries. One specific one stood out—a girl named Emily from Valmera. There was something about the way she introduced herself. This caught my attention. She mentioned and emphasized her love for reading, her curiosity about the continent I live on, and a wish to make friends all across the globe. Without any further hesitation, I copied down her address and then began to inscribe my first letter.
By Michael Amoah Tackie2 years ago in Fiction
