Magical Realism
Eclipsed Souls: A Tale of Twin Flames
Arnaz sat in the corner of the dimly lit bookstore, cradling a steaming cup of coffee. The transformation of Pilot’s Café had been a resounding success, drawing in more visitors than Saliza had ever imagined. Yet, despite the café's lively ambiance, an unsettling feeling had taken hold of him. He glanced up from his cup, his gaze fixating on the soft glow reflecting from the skylight.
By Black Vanilla2 years ago in Chapters
Eclipsed Souls: A Tale of Twin Flames
In the midst of this newfound tranquility, something was about to change, a ripple in the calm waters. It was on one of these serene afternoons that a stranger walked into the café, setting into motion a series of events that would challenge Saliza and Arnaz to look beyond the ordinary and seek the hidden truths written in the stars.
By Black Vanilla2 years ago in Chapters
The Unfathomable Dance of Existence
How unfathomable is the beauty of existence! Every roadblock, every rejection, every end and every not so plausible moment is the beginning of something new, some beautiful reality that can turn every bitter ounce of mortality into an insightful lesson learned,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Chapters
Portals & Paths: The Nine Gems
Chapter 4: LAK The temple’s double doors, large enough for a parade of howdah-adorned gharjja elephants to enter, opened like broken jaws and groaned upon exhale. The teakwood, plated in etched gold, depicted the sun god, Phra Athit, ascending heavenward on the backs of turtles amid a fanfare of fairies and sprites. A pair of fang-bared, monkey head-shaped silver pulls growled guard as bodies swathed in silks and sweat spilled out in a rainbow waterfall. Wat Phra Athit sat center on the palace grounds like an old, reposed god after a deep lament, gilded robes still glowing under the sun but draping only withered, shadowy arms whose reach had long receded into myth. Phra Ayuttia had constructed the temple before the monkeys had retreated to the northern forests, with seven spires as symbols of hope for the seven new nations rising from the foam of the Blue Samudra. As Ram exited the temple dedicated to the Siandali god of the sun, the Kandali ten-petaled Manipura blazoned above the doors quietly wept shame and sadness, misting the congregation in a yawning hunger. Only Ram, and Seeda, felt the pain.
By Jeffrey Scott2 years ago in Chapters
SHE / HER. Content Warning.
SHE / HER in this article are not just pronouns , they are the visualisation of a woman. a woman word refers to just a lady but it is not just limited to be only a word. a woman is a warrior, the peace of the house , your manager and what not . i just want to tell a story of a lioness for instance . lioness here , stands for a strong woman.
By MannatSingh2 years ago in Chapters
From The Journal of Kairi Hirata
[A sparkly notebook lays open on the desk, its owner having been temporarily called to help her mother in the kitchen downstairs. While we can't see it, "Property of Kairi Hirata" is inside the front cover. The page it is open to is a questionnaire, filled out in sparkly gel pen and loopy cursive writing.]
By Kelsey Clarey2 years ago in Chapters
"Whispers of the Desert Moon
Under the vast expanse of a starry desert sky, Amaan wandered alone, lost in a sea of shimmering sand dunes. The full moon hung low, casting a silvery glow that danced across the sands, making the desert seem almost alive. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the heat of the day, and Amaan, exhausted from his search for the missing artifact, stumbled across the endless dunes, his mind heavy with fatigue.
By Amaan khan2 years ago in Chapters
