Fantasy

Vermithrax's Voyage: A Guardian's Return
From the moment I was stitched into existence, imbued with the vibrant threads of emerald and sapphire, I knew I was destined for more than just being a mere stuffed dragon. My creator, an artisan of forgotten tales, whispered legends into my fabric, tales of dragons who guarded treasures, of mythical beasts who watched over realms unseen by the human eye. I was named Vermithrax, a name that resonated with the echoes of ancient magic and untold power. And yet, my purpose was profoundly simple: to protect a child named Darian.
By Panda of Pandemonium3 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 8
Merfaries were quite different in many ways from the fairies who lived with Queen Finyellë. Aside from living on opposite sides of the world of Berganashio, they had different cultures, values, and skills. They were small and could fly like fairies. Their lower halves looked like mermaids, which may be well-known in some worlds. There were four merfarie children who were traveling rapidly, above and sometimes below the ocean water. They had such beautiful scales and fins. When they grew tired of flying, then they would swim with equal skill. They were athletic, confident, and always ready for adventures of some kind.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Fiction
Time Travel: A myth?
Have you ever longed to go through time? I'm certain we as a whole have perhaps the need to return to the past to perceive how things were even changed, or would you like to go into the future to perceive how things turn out? Time travel is a pillar of sci-fi with books and motion pictures, envisioning the advantages and dangers of such a capacity, yet is time travel truly conceivable? Assuming this is the case, what is it that we should have the option to do to comprehend how we could approach going through time? We should initially comprehend what time is. Traditional physical science viewed the idea of time as something that exists for everybody wherever in the universe, free of any see it, and advances at a similar speed for everybody. It implies that a reason is constantly trailed by an impact, never the opposite way around something that the construction of the universe depends upon. The issue with this comprehension of time, however, is that it doesn't turn out as expected in all conditions for that reason. The Einstein hypothesis of relativity is viewed as one of the main logical leaps ever made in light of the fact that it makes sense of the changing idea of time. The hypothesis of relativity sees time as one component of four-layered space-time that can be impacted by different elements. Objects moving at high velocity, for instance, experienced a hunch more slowly than those moving with less speed, and there's a comparative impact for objects held inside gravitational fields on a human level. this implies that a space traveler circling the Earth will mature more slow than any of us that stay in the world yet there are undeniably more unforeseen outcomes of this take dark openings for instance they state the best gravitational shafts of any no article in the universe they are solid to the point that light itself can't escape and furthermore makes time delayed down to a super level if you somehow happened to say unfortunate Matthew McConaughey and fall into a dark opening while at the same time watching out into the remainder of the universe you would in principle observe countless years worth of occasions before at last capitulating to your unavoidable destiny or get caught behind some shelves in the event that it were even conceivable to get away from a dark opening such a lot of time would have outwardly that life would be totally unrecognizable One more plug of time happens with the speed of light as you get increasingly fast time dials back for yourself, and this goes on until you arrive at the hypothetical greatest speed that anything can arrive at the speed of light at this speed time has eased back so much that things apparently happen quickly. Imagine, for instance, a photon of light that is discharged by a star on the opposite side of the universe. It will take, even at its unbelievable speed, a long time to contact us on the planet and be seen by our eyes as a sparkle overhead for the Fulton. However, the excursion is momentary; it is made, and afterward, it contacted us in a similar moment. While going at the speed of light, time is unbiased; it ventures neither one of the portages. War in reverse, so assuming the quicker you go, the more slow time shows up for you, contrasted with all the other things, then this is a possible course to going ahead in time. You could hurry away from Earth and return, and numerous years will pass without you getting a lot more established. The truly troublesome aspect obviously is going in reverse in time in the event that, at the speed of light, time is stale. Does that mean if you somehow happened to travel quicker than the speed of light, then I would work? Backward, numerous specialists suspect as much, and there is a hypothesis that there is really a subatomic molecule that does precisely this, known as a tachyon. These particles are hypothetical and have never truly been noticed, mostly since, supposing that the hypothesis is valid, you could always be unable to see them coming towards you as this occasion would happen later on. The thoughts of circumstances and logical results would work backward for tachyons, yet there are those that accept that tackling them could be the best course to figuring out how to go through time. Another hypothesis is that of wormholes, which go about as passages through the texture of room time and could make a way between any two spots at some random time. The hypothesis of relativity truly considers wormholes to exist yet remain static. The energy levels expected to make one would be galactic and could bring about the development of a dark opening. Stephen Selling accepted that the radiation criticism, which works similarly to the input of sound, would make wormholes intrinsically unsteady and unfit to keep going for a long period of time to be utilized as a time machine. Different analysts have recommended various ways in which space-time could be saddled to permit time travel. Maybe lasers could be utilized to create outrageous degrees of gravity. quantum physical science might take into account the arrangement of a purported quantum burrow among universes and maybe a string hypothesis could prompt disclosures of how vast strings and dark openings could enter wine to twist space-time to the point of going back through all in all the thought of time travel has for quite some time been important to analysts in each one of us sooner or later and for quite a while it will begin to be totally unthinkable with propels in our comprehension about the universe somewhat recently it's not generally seen as totally unimaginable yet still a capacity lies past our ongoing capacities the law of physical science to consider it to work out and it might very well in the future at any point be something that turns out to be all the more a reality rather than fiction yet let me in on what you folks think do you accept time travel has proactively been created in there are presently people who goes back and forth through time Omanis thank you all such a great amount for watching see you sometime later.
By Meetali3 years ago in Fiction
Of Wood & Amber
The Spirit Woman appeared to me only through deep sleep whom I felt was a past life part of my subconscious. Her features illuminated a bright green from the dripping tree sapp upon her wooden face. I liked what you did today at the hospital. She smiled a bony smile in her essence of colors. The correlation of wearing the amber earrings to the eye exam put a dot of the ancient world within the eyes. I turned in my slumber yet her image did not fade. I could see the lost child within your eyes. Do you mean me? No, I saw you with a doll, a doll that came alive. Oh the baby alive. Yes, what happened? Did you loose her? The doll was sold as a toy, yet when she soiled her diaper, it frightened me. What were you feeding it? She came with instant packages of a chemical mixture unknown, where I added powder from a hot coco mix. The coco was a donation from the church from a care package of food. Did the charity people find out? I think they did since they were not available for any more charity. When I called again, they phone number was out of service. They were afraid of the precognition of the Paranormality. Could God have done the same? Creating man from android instead of breathing life into sand? Maybe, Spirit Women said sighing that it was too bad the doll was lost, yet it wasn’t a bad thing. I told her that the doll wasn’t entirely lost, I had just left her sitting in a department store chair hoping someone would find her not knowing her capabilities. The Orb inside the Dream cracked with thunder, where the old Woman faded replaced by the memories of someone who told me about his farm money where he was being given an entire farm. He told it sweetly with tears in his sweet potato expression. Storm clouds gathered in the summer sky with a gust of wind. He must have been chosen for a special deed, I thought. Fifteen years have passed where I received a box of giant sweet potatoes that must have grown in the land of Giants. Maybe this is where the sentimental man had his farm. Is there a lost World existing like a holographic dream in between two worlds? The memory drifted with the wooden Spirit Woman returning. Her eyes lit up with the morning sun piercing through her tree knotted eyes. Imagine if a doll could be made to look like me, of wood glued in amber with the touchstone of sunlight bringing it to life! That my dear friend, would be a item I would keep forever & never want to loose. Within my words more images of dolls became part of the scene. Long bearded garden gnomes, Dragons, trolls, apple dolls, puppets & a Groot doll were all singing a song about the Magic Buffalo root that had given them life. They sung the songs that they said were from the Mother, the Mother they were all connected to in the circuit world. They reminded me of my own Mother who I had lost, yet I still hear her breath within the rustling trees. A jewelry box played on my dresser, with ballerina twirling around. The dolls marching to the red velvet box to lye down. The dream stopped with the closing of the lid. I kept them inside to play another time, while I, Spirit Woman looked up, into space & wondered how to sew a floating Dino plush toy.
By Ocusan M3 years ago in Fiction
Unbelievable Places in the World
The world is full of amazing locations, each with its own distinct beauty and mystery. These are but a handful: USA's Antelope Canyon is a slot canyon in Arizona that is well-known for its wave-like structure and breathtaking light beams that reach the bottom of the canyon.
By Vijay Kumar3 years ago in Fiction
Who are the gray ones?
According to some people, the grays are gray creatures, and hence their name comes, human-like beings, but their bodies are tiny, lacking nose, ears and sexual organs, they have small breasts and they have no muscle structures, their limbs are relatively different from human limbs, their gray head is disproportionate to body size, and they may have large, transparent eyes.
By mahmoud hakeem3 years ago in Fiction
A Case of Unfinished Business
I groaned as I sat up from the grass. I rubbed the back of my head and found a huge lump. Well, that answered that question, whatever I had stumbled on in Watkins cemetery was very important.
By Alicia Anspaugh3 years ago in Fiction
The Feathered Serpent. Content Warning.
It was the largest creature that Cassandra’s father had ever snagged for his exotic zoo—and the most exotic. It was something straight out of mythology.
By Stephanie Hoogstad3 years ago in Fiction
A Mother's Fight for Her Son
In the bustling city of Brooks ville, where the streets buzzed with the rhythm of life, there lived a mother named Rebecca. Her world revolved around her young son, Ethan, whose laughter filled their home with warmth and joy. But one fateful afternoon, tragedy struck, and Ethan disappeared without a trace, leaving Rebecca's heart shattered into a million pieces.
By M.Fiaz3 years ago in Fiction
Aftermath
The next several hours passed by in a blur for Haganto. He vaguely noticed Alanus and the Malnora elves arriving at the remains of Filla Aethel. Haganto doesn’t remember how the elves reacted, but he does remember Alanus sticking by his side as soon as he arrived. The monster hunter doesn’t remember if the bard said anything. He did barely recall overhearing a somber observation from Tarron about how it looked like all their deaths had been quick, at least quick for Agron. It seemed that because of his weakened nature and starved mentality, Agron just wanted to kill. Haganto recalled not being sure if he should be grateful for that or not.
By Rebecca Patton3 years ago in Fiction
Berganashio - Chapter 7. Content Warning.
The totters had acclimated very nicely to living with the fairies. The only fairy that they really interacted with much was Jovie, and they greatly enjoyed her company in the evenings. They continued to share stories with Jovie many evenings and she also did her best to share stories that they would find entertaining. She was always so kind, sincere, and was always ready to giggle about something. It was nice for the totter children to have a motherly presence. Jovie had never had any children of her own, so in a way, she felt grateful to have the two totter children around. One day the totters were out by the river catching more fish. Sister totter was busy packing the fish in the cloth sack, as was their daily routine. She felt especially happy and carefree. Mindlessly, she started to hum and then sing a few lines of an old song that her Momma used to sing to her when she was just a couple years old. Before she realized what she'd done, her Papa had risen from the water and heard her. His heart felt like it had jumped out of his chest.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Fiction
A Shiver in the Air
Blue night, blue cold. Blue the lips of the child in Maddie Cain’s arms, and its face the white of the moonlight that pours in through the frost-glazed window.
By Jean McKinney3 years ago in Fiction