Himansu Kumar Routray
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i am a creative writer on Vocal Media, passionate about crafting stories that inspire and engage. Covering topics from lifestyle and self-growth to fiction, Outside writing, always seeking new ideas to spark their next story.
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The Hollow Men
The Hollow Men In the quiet, fog-shrouded village of Greywick, nestled between jagged cliffs and a restless sea, there was a legend that no one spoke of after dark. It was the tale of the Hollow Men—faceless entities that roamed the moors, their forms shifting like smoke, their presence heralded by the sound of hollow footsteps echoing in the mist.
By Himansu Kumar Routray11 months ago in Horror
The Lord Jagannath
**1. The Origin of Lord Jagannath** **The Legend of King Indradyumna** The story of Lord Jagannath begins with King Indradyumna, a pious and devoted ruler of the ancient kingdom of Malava. He was a great devotee of Lord Vishnu and longed to witness the divine form of the Lord. One day, a wandering pilgrim told him about a sacred deity called **Nila Madhava** (a form of Lord Vishnu) worshipped in the forests of Odisha by the tribal chief, Viswavasu.
By Himansu Kumar Routray11 months ago in History
The Hollow Men
The Hollow Men In the quiet, fog-shrouded village of Greywick, nestled between jagged cliffs and a restless sea, there was a legend that no one spoke of after dark. It was the tale of the Hollow Men—faceless entities that roamed the moors, their forms shifting like smoke, their presence heralded by the sound of hollow footsteps echoing in the mist.
By Himansu Kumar Routray11 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Walls
The Whispering Walls In the small, forgotten town of Black Hollow, nestled deep within a dense, ancient forest, there stood a house that no one dared to enter. The locals called it "The Whispering House," a name that sent shivers down the spines of even the bravest souls. It was said that the house was alive, its walls imbued with a malevolent spirit that fed on the fears of those who ventured inside.
By Himansu Kumar Routray11 months ago in Horror
Echoes of the Past
Echoes of the Past The wind howled through the ancient forest, carrying with it the whispers of a thousand forgotten tales. The trees, gnarled and twisted with age, stood as silent sentinels, their branches reaching out like skeletal fingers toward the heavens. Beneath their canopy, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, a reminder of the cycle of life and death that had played out here for centuries.
By Himansu Kumar Routray11 months ago in Fiction
The Doppelgänger Effect
The Doppelgänger Effect In the quiet, mist-shrouded town of Eldermere, nestled between ancient forests and a whispering river, there was a legend that no one spoke of but everyone feared. It was the tale of the Doppelgänger Effect—a phenomenon said to occur once every century, when the veil between worlds grew thin, and shadows took on a life of their own. It was said that during this time, a person might encounter their exact double, a mirror image of themselves, but with a sinister twist. To meet one’s doppelgänger was an omen of impending doom, a harbinger of chaos that would unravel the fabric of one’s life.
By Himansu Kumar Routray11 months ago in Fiction
The Memory Thief
The Memory Thief The town of Evermere had a secret. At first glance, it was like any other quaint village—cobblestone streets, ivy-covered cottages, and a marketplace that bustled with cheerful voices. But in the heart of Evermere stood an ancient bookstore, **The Hollow Quill**, owned by a man few dared to speak of: Elias Thorne.
By Himansu Kumar Routray11 months ago in Fiction
Valentine’s Day
Valentine’s Day The snow fell softly over the small town of Willowbrook, blanketing the streets in a quiet, shimmering white. It was February 14th, Valentine’s Day, and the town was alive with the hum of love—roses in shop windows, heart-shaped balloons tied to lampposts, and couples strolling hand in hand through the frosty air. But for Clara, this day was just another reminder of what she had lost.
By Himansu Kumar Routray11 months ago in Fiction
One Last Time
One Last Time The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a golden hue over the small coastal town of Seabrook. The salty breeze carried the faint scent of blooming jasmine, mingling with the briny tang of the ocean. It was a place where time seemed to slow, where the waves whispered secrets to the shore, and where memories lingered like the tide.
By Himansu Kumar Routray11 months ago in Fiction
The Skylight Room
Once upon a time, in the heart of a bustling city, stood an old boarding house on a quiet, winding street. Among its many rooms, nestled at the very top, was the smallest yet most enchanting of them all—the Skylight Room. The room was tiny, barely large enough to fit a single bed, a wooden chair, and a small desk. But what it lacked in size, it made up for in charm. A single skylight, framed by weathered wooden beams, opened up to the heavens, offering a breathtaking view of the stars at night and the sun's golden embrace at dawn.
By Himansu Kumar Routray11 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Beneath the Redwoods
Whispers Beneath the Redwoods The towering redwoods of Northern California stood like ancient sentinels, their branches weaving a canopy so dense that sunlight barely kissed the forest floor. For centuries, they had witnessed the passage of time—the rise and fall of civilizations, the whispers of lovers, the cries of the lost. But deep within the heart of the forest, where the air grew heavy with the scent of pine and earth, there was a secret. A secret that called to those who dared to listen.
By Himansu Kumar Routray11 months ago in Fiction
Independent
Independent In the bustling city of Lumina, where skyscrapers kissed the clouds and neon lights painted the streets in vibrant hues, there lived a young woman named Independent. Her name was not just a word; it was a declaration, a way of life. Independent was known for her fierce determination, her unyielding spirit, and her refusal to conform to the expectations society placed upon her.
By Himansu Kumar Routray11 months ago in Fiction
