Mystery
The forgotten magic of the earth
In the hustle and bustle of modern life, we often forget the profound connection we once had with the earth. There was a time when people knew that the soil, the wind, the trees, and the water were more than just elements of the environment. They were part of an ancient, mystical cycle, a force that had a rhythm and purpose beyond human comprehension. This forgotten magic of the earth was once a central part of life. Yet, with time and technological advancement, much of that wisdom has faded into the shadows of history.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
A war between devil
The war between the devils had been brewing for centuries, deep in the underworld where darkness ruled and flames danced in eternal conflict. Two factions had long been at odds: the Legion of Scorn, led by the powerful Lord Azrak, and the Brotherhood of the Forsaken, commanded by the ruthless Queen Seraphine. Their armies were vast, composed of demons, fallen angels, and all manner of dark creatures who reveled in chaos and destruction.
By Badhan Sen2 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
A mermaid’s last song
The ocean whispered secrets only she could hear. Beneath the silver light of the moon, Liriel drifted along the surface, her shimmering emerald tail barely causing a ripple. The world above had always fascinated her, though it was forbidden to linger too long. The elders spoke of the dangers—humans, with their nets and harpoons, their ships that cut the sea like knives. But Liriel had seen more than their cruelty. She had watched lovers embrace on the shore, heard the laughter of children chasing waves, and felt the warmth of songs drifting across the water like magic.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
Mythology
In the ancient kingdom of Eldoria, where magic wove through the air seems mist on a winter morning, a prophecy had been whispered through generations: The lost heir shall rise when the stars weep, and darkness shall kneel before the light. For centuries, the royal lineage had been unbroken, until one fateful night when Queen Lysandra’s newborn son vanished without a trace. The kingdom mourned, yet hope lingered in the prophecy’s words.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
One Saw It All
It had been an agonizing two months for Alexa Parker-Quarles, as she was still dealing with the sudden disappearance of her wife of 10 years, Shannon Parker-Quarles, and it became worse when her body was found. It was a clear case of homicide, and clues and answers were coming few and far in-between. Alexa was waiting things out, taking things one day at a time, but it was definitely not easy for her. All that time passing with no definitive answers? It was taking quite a toll on Alexa, but she tried her best to mask it.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 years ago in Fiction
The Magician
The Magician Magician Half-Yearly Exam Math Paper Bablu got eight and a half. Not only that, with a red pencil on the notebook, Dhiren Sir has written big and big. What is the destruction of the cow? Bablu turned the notebook upside down so that no one could see the cow writing, but Dhiren Sir said in a cloudy voice, Stand on this bench. What I have written in your math book, he saw everyone; he blackened his face and showed everyone the notebook; some people sitting on the fast bench laughed and laughed, who smiled, I will stitch up the face, smile. Immediately it stopped; everyone called Dhiren sir in fear, like Zam, Zam sir. On the fast bench, there was a little bit of a loud noise on the first bench; Dhiren sir roared.
By ANIMESH BHOWMICK2 years ago in Fiction
The Little Matchstick Girl
The little girl, pale, frail with dirty tresses of blonde hair, stood in the dark and the cold, selling matchsticks. They were all she had, aside from the rags on her back, from home. Not that the cottage where she once lived could ever be really called a home.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Fiction
A forgotten fairytale
Once upon a time, in a kingdom lost to memory, there lay a small village surrounded by an enchanted forest. In this village lived a girl named Elira, whose mother often told her stories of the lost prince of Eldoria—a boy cursed by a vengeful sorceress and erased from the world’s memory.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
The hidden door in the old mansion
The rain poured down in thick sheets, drumming against the roof of the old Ashford Mansion. Thunder rumbled in the distance as Eleanor stepped cautiously across the dusty wooden floorboards, her candle flickering with each hesitant step. She had spent countless summers here as a child, but now, standing in the dimly lit hallway, she felt like a stranger in her own family’s history.
By Badhan Sen2 years ago in Fiction
Cabin 13. AI-Generated.
The lake stretched out like a sheet of black glass, reflecting the pale moonlight. The summer air was thick with the scent of pine, and the only sounds were the distant chirping of crickets and the occasional splash of a fish breaking the surface. It was the perfect getaway—or so they thought.
By V-Ink Stories2 years ago in Fiction
