Panda of Pandemonium
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Embark on a thrilling adventure through the vibrant worlds Science Fiction, Fantasy, and Poetry.
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Prophecy of Reflective Memories
The river ran backwards on the day the Queen vanished. In Cirmol, a city where mourning bells toll, no one even noticed. Their queen, beloved by her people and guardian of the ancient seals, had vanished—her existence removed from the minds of those under the bells’ sway.
By Panda of Pandemoniumabout a year ago in Fiction
Open says me...
There was only one rule: don’t open the door. Still drunk from a night of raging parties, the landlord’s voice had seemed muddled. This wasn't the first time I'd rented a room here, but something felt different... off. Every night, the floorboards creaked. The sound of an old building settling was nothing new, but tonight, I swore something moved. I ignored it at first, but the scratching—soft at first, like fingernails barely brushing the wood—grew louder, grating at my eardrums.
By Panda of Pandemoniumabout a year ago in Horror
Fated Light
It was prophesied that a child would be born during the Spectral Eclipse, heralding an end to millennia of war. On the borders of light and darkness, amidst the chaos of war, a child was born. The son of outcasts, he was raised to know the beauty of both day and night.
By Panda of Pandemoniumabout a year ago in Fiction
Tyrixten's Awakening: The Frostwalk Legacy
In the icy expanse of the Tundran Wastes, Tyrixten trudged through the snow, his breath crystallizing in the frigid air. This was the *Frostwalk*, his tribe's rite of passage into adulthood, a solitary journey meant to awaken one's magic. But Tyrixten faced an unexpected challenge: his technological aids, designed to guide and protect him, had succumbed to the cold, leaving him truly alone.
By Panda of Pandemonium2 years ago in Fiction
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 Pandemonium2 years ago in Fiction
