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Prologue II: The River’s Secret
Author: Dream Books Sanjeevi Some say the river actually flows in the opposite direction, and it did the day the Queen disappeared. The water was glimmering, but usually flowing towards the sea; and originating a storm and desperate movement as if the world rejected what had occurred. People were caught standing on the river’s edge with their eyes opened wide and their lips open in prayers to gods who had deserted them. This was no ordinary omen.
By Sanjeevi Kandasamy2 years ago in Fiction
Reflections of Us
In the land of Eldoria, a place where reality danced on the edge of dreams, there existed a mystical lake called Neryth. This lake was said to possess the power to reflect not just the physical form of those who gazed into it, but the very essence of their souls. Tales whispered among the townsfolk spoke of visions that revealed truths long buried within, unveiling desires, fears, and aspirations hidden beneath the surface.
By Mohammad Zahidul Islam2 years ago in Fiction
Beyond the Stars
In the realm of Elysium, where the skies shimmered with hues of violet and gold, there lay a hidden kingdom known as Aetheria, suspended in the celestial tapestry beyond the stars. This ethereal world was home to celestial beings known as Luminara, who possessed the power to weave light into the very fabric of their existence. Each Luminar had a unique glow, a manifestation of their emotions and dreams, illuminating their surroundings like living constellations.
By Mohammad Zahidul Islam2 years ago in Fiction
The Song That Found Me
In the heart of Eldoria, where emerald hills kissed the skies and crystal rivers sang as they danced, there lay a forgotten village named Windlore. It was a quaint place, cloaked in the sweet scent of honeysuckle and the laughter of children chasing fireflies. Yet, unbeknownst to its inhabitants, Windlore held a secret as old as time itself: a song that had been lost to memory, waiting patiently to be rediscovered.
By Mohammad Zahidul Islam2 years ago in Fiction
The Page Unread
In the heart of Velaris, a land where ink and words shaped reality, there was a legend of a mystical tome—The Page Unread. Its origins were shrouded in mystery, said to be written by the First Scribe, a being of immense power, whose words crafted the very foundations of the world. But the tome’s magic was peculiar. Each time someone opened it, the first page was blank, though the whispers of the ink could be faintly heard beneath the silence. Many believed it was a puzzle; others feared it was a curse.
By Mohammad Zahidul Islam2 years ago in Fiction
The Onam Celebration: A Tale of Unity and Joy
The Onam Celebration: A Tale of Unity and Joy Introduction Onam, the harvest festival of Kerala, is a time of joy, togetherness, and vibrant celebrations. Every year, families come together to commemorate the return of King Mahabali, a mythical ruler known for his benevolence and just governance. This story unfolds in a small village in Kerala, capturing the essence of Onam through the eyes of a young girl named Anaya.
By Mahalakshmi2 years ago in Fiction
Tuning In
In a world where the whispers of the universe could be heard by those who dared to listen, a young woman named Elara discovered her gift—the ability to tune in to the frequencies of reality itself. She lived in the village of Astron, nestled between two majestic mountains, where the stars seemed to hang lower, and the night sky hummed with the secrets of forgotten worlds. Elara had always been different from the others. While her friends played games or danced under the moonlight, she found solace in the quiet stillness, where the air was filled with something only she could sense—music, voices, and a rhythm beyond comprehension.
By Mohammad Zahidul Islam2 years ago in Fiction
Pixel by Pixel
The world of Ovis began not with a single stroke of a brush or the imagination of a dreamer but with a pixel—one tiny square of light floating in a vast, dark void. For eons, the pixel shimmered alone until it multiplied, creating colors, shapes, and the foundations of a world unlike any other. It was here that the Weaver, an ancient entity born from the pure essence of creativity, spun the land, the seas, and the stars, pixel by pixel, creating an intricate tapestry that breathed life into Ovis.
By Mohammad Zahidul Islam2 years ago in Fiction
Through the Lens
In the heart of the ancient kingdom of Vylemar, a place untouched by the greed of men and the ravages of time stood a legendary object—the Lens of Elysia. This mystical lens was said to hold the power to see beyond the realms of reality, to gaze into the very fabric of existence, and even into the emotions of one's soul. For centuries, scholars, adventurers, and the boldest of dreamers sought it, believing it would unlock not only new worlds but the deepest truths about themselves.
By Mohammad Zahidul Islam2 years ago in Fiction
The Fractured Mirror
In a world where reality blended seamlessly with the virtual, the line between the two began to blur. Deep in the heart of a sprawling digital metropolis known as “Nethara,” people lived dual lives—one in the physical world, and the other behind virtual masks crafted from their wildest desires. Here, virtual identities were not just mere profiles or avatars. They were an extension of one’s soul, woven from the threads of fantasy, ambition, and secrecy.
By Mohammad Zahidul Islam2 years ago in Fiction
Dear George. Top Story - October 2024.
Dear George, Crooks is helpin' me write this. 'Cause you kno' I ain't good with words. I been thinkin' a lot. I wanna say sorry I make things hard for you. I kno' I ain't too smart. You always gotta look out for me. Sometimes, I think you'd be better off without me causin' trouble.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
Empire Of The Clouds
Way up here, no one should fly. If you took flight…well… But he flew. God for the first time he flew! The rush of the wind tousled his greasy hair, uncombed since the flu took his mother after they could not afford a doctor. Afraid he would tumble to the ground so very far down, he gripped the cool metallic scales of his dragon. He had named the dragon John–it seemed a good enough name for a dragon. His mother told him once it was his grandad’s name, the one who lived in the old country far across the sea.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Fiction