Mystery
Miracle’s Curse
[Author note: The premise of this story is based off a dream of mine from a few years ago, so the world itself is slightly distorted. There is a mix of sophisticated technology and medieval means, and I kept them in order to stay true to the original source. The main focus is on the characters, though, and I hope you enjoy them as much as I did. Thank you.]
By Victoria Cage3 years ago in Fiction
Folk Gods and Monsters - Living Spirits
In the old days, there was a rich merchant named Kibei who ran a Seto store on Rinkan Island in Edo. For a long time, Kibei had employed an honest man named Rokubei to take charge of the store's affairs, both large and small.
By Richard Shurwood3 years ago in Fiction
The Planet of Panoras
Dear Sally, I'm writing from the small village of Trok in between the Elijah River and Lake Elizabeth. The river used to flow around the bend into the neighboring town, but the beavers dammed it up and now the only way to go anywhere is to sail to the estuary where Elijah meets the long, long river called Bagulph. What a weird name right? Bagulph? Where did they come up with that? It makes me laugh. Most of these townspeople have their own little boats, but of course I haven't learned how to make my own boat and I can't affod to buy the kind that they will allow me to go on the river with. So I'm somewhat trapped in this tiny hut and the weather has been cruel also.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman3 years ago in Fiction
The girl across the street
Su Ye has been wondering, for many days, he has been feeling that someone is secretly watching him, but just can not see that person, some very superstitious students told him that this is a precursor to a ghost possession. Time, he also has a little creepy, this feeling has not disappeared, until one day, he was ready to go to the toilet, wash his face when he looked up and found what he had been trying to see, is that a secretly watching him that person, is a girl, looks very clean, is in the girls' dormitory across the street, because in the girls' dormitory a good distance away, can only vaguely identify her features, the girl's hair was long, and she looked at him motionlessly in front of the window, staring at him with a little discomfort. Su Ye also stared at her for a long time, and after a long time he felt bored to death, so he went back to his dormitory without looking back and fell asleep on his bed. The next morning, Su Ye did not see the girl across the room when he went to the bathroom, he did not think much of it, at this time, the girls should not get up yet! In the spring, they are all lazy like pigs, they can't even get up, this is probably the nature of girls. Su Ye muttered alone and went down the stairs.
By Richard Shurwood3 years ago in Fiction
Night At The Thakur Dalan
The sights and sounds surrounding your sensory nerves as you traverse into a Durga Pujo* mandap* can easily flabbergast you. So many things that go on simultaneously, and as you make your way through the happy cacophony, the cheerful hullabaloo of people, their smiles, the thread of energy that each one of them possesses at that very moment, and manages to share the same with everyone who visits Maa Durga*, is beyond anything that you'll ever feel. You'll slowly and slowly give in to the divine feeling, your brain, and your heart shall seep in everything, every single detail around and you'll enter a zone of your own, a meditative, a zen feeling, where everything else doesn't matter for some moments, it's only you, and the goddess, as you bow your heads in prayer, for a minuscule second or more, the overpowering sounds seem to fade, fade into the distant horizon, and it's only your soul, in front of the goddess, and the chants of prayer that you utter, eyes closed, pin drop silence, you feel there's a certain wave of cosmic and divine energy playing around you, your human senses aren't able to fathom what it is, where it is coming from, where shall it go after some time, nothing. You just keep praying, and after a moment, the sounds slowly return back, and things are normal.
By somsubhra banerjee3 years ago in Fiction
The Samhain Chronicles: Ch. 17
Penelope grumbled to herself as she scratched out a few more notes. She was still fuming at Daniel, not believing he could do something so heinous. On top of that, he completely shut down when she confronted him about it, which was nothing like the man she knew. Granted, he was known to be shy and awkward at times, and she had been quite forceful in her scolding. Penelope paused a moment, wondering if he behaved that way because she had been too hard on him. Try as she might, her temper often did have a way of getting the better of her at the worst of times. She thought back to the look on his face: he seemed embarrassed when she confronted him, remorseful even, and like he wished to say something but couldn't. "Perhaps it had just been a misunderstanding," she mused, feeling a pang of regret at remembering how shocked and miserable he looked when she'd slapped him.
By Natalie Gray3 years ago in Fiction
