LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ
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Echoes of Tomorrow
In the year 2150, Earth faced its greatest crisis yet. The planet had been ravaged by environmental disasters, political upheavals, and the relentless march of technology. Society teetered on the brink of collapse, and hope seemed like a distant memory.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ2 years ago in Fiction
The Timekeeper's Locket
Title: The Timekeeper's Locket In the quaint village of Evergreen Hollow, nestled between mist-covered hills and ancient forests, there lived a young girl named Elara. She was an orphan, raised by the kindly village seamstress, Mrs. Thistlewood, who had taken her in as her own after finding her abandoned on the doorstep of her shop.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ2 years ago in Fiction
The Haunting of Nursery Lane
In the quiet suburb of Nursery Lane, nestled among rows of neatly trimmed houses, there stood an old Victorian mansion with a dark past. Once a place of joy and laughter, it had been abandoned for years, its windows boarded up and its gardens overgrown with weeds.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ2 years ago in Horror
The Nursery of Nightmares
In the quaint town of Willow Creek, nestled amid rolling hills and whispering pines, there stood an old Victorian mansion with a dark secret. Known to locals as the Wicker House, it had long been abandoned, its once-grand facade now cloaked in shadows and decay.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ2 years ago in Horror
The Mirror's Reflection
In the quaint town of Willowbrook, nestled amidst rolling hills and ancient forests, stood an old mansion known as Ravenwood Manor. Legend whispered tales of the mansion's dark history, claiming it was haunted by the spirits of its former inhabitants.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ2 years ago in Fiction
"Whispering Woods: A Tale of Magic and Mystery in the Sentient Forest"
In the heart of the realm of Eldoria, nestled between the towering peaks of the Misty Mountains and the shimmering waters of the Silver Lake, lay the Whispering Woods. This ancient forest was unlike any other in the realm, for it was sentient, its very essence pulsating with life and magic.
By LAKSHMAN MOHANRAJ2 years ago in Fiction








