Mystery
Merlin the Magician:Archmage of Legend and Lore
The figure of Merlin the Magician has woven itself into the fabric of myth and legend, capturing the imaginations of generations with his enigmatic persona and extraordinary abilities. From ancient texts to modern adaptations, Merlin's character has evolved while retaining his status as the archetypal mage. This article delves into the origins, evolution, and enduring appeal of Merlin, exploring his multifaceted role as a magician, advisor, and symbol of wisdom.
By Monika Gomes2 years ago in Fiction
Alone in a Deserted World: My Personal Struggle for Survival
Imagine awakening one day, your senses anticipating the usual sights and sounds, only to be met with an unsettling quietness. The world that once thrived with life is now a hollow shell, devoid of any trace of existence – save for your own. As I grapple with the surreal reality of being the last person on Earth, I find myself thrust into a journey of unforeseen challenges and unparalleled introspection.
By Faron Hetharie2 years ago in Fiction
👾 The Summons of Cthulhu 👾
"Technical studies, each stressing in its own bearing, have until now hurt us little; yet sometime the sorting out of separated information will open up such startling vistas of the real world, and of our horrible position in that, that we will either go frantic from the disclosure or escape from the lethal light into the harmony and security of another dim age." H.P. Lovecraft, "The Call of Cthulhu (1928)
By Lonely King2 years ago in Fiction
The Exiled Heir of Thorn
The air shimmered with an otherworldly luminescence as Roderic and Astrid crossed the rainbow bridge of the Bifrost. They had journeyed through treacherous lands, faced mythical creatures, and conquered divine trials. Now, they stood before Heimdall, the guardian of the gate to Asgard.
By Dharmesh P2 years ago in Fiction
The Exiled Heir of Thorn
In the heart of Asgard, where ethereal mist intertwined with the vibrant hues of divine magic, Roderic and Astrid continued their journey. Their steps echoed in the grand hall of Valhalla, the great hall of fallen warriors, where they were met with curious gazes from the spirits of legendary heroes.
By Dharmesh P2 years ago in Fiction
The Exiled Heir of Thorn
The night's chill air wrapped around Prince Roderic as he ventured deeper into the untamed forest, following the celestial map etched in his memory. Each star seemed to twinkle with purpose, guiding him along an invisible path toward a destiny he could only guess at. The forest was alive with the rustling of leaves and the occasional hoot of an owl, as if nature itself acknowledged the weight of his quest.
By Dharmesh P2 years ago in Fiction
The Exiled Heir of Thorn
The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape. Roderic and Astrid stood before the boundary that separated Thorn from Asgard, the realm of gods and myths. The air around them crackled with anticipation, as if the very fabric of reality quivered at their touch.
By Dharmesh P2 years ago in Fiction
The Exiled Heir of Thorn
In the ethereal realm of Asgard, Roderic and Astrid found themselves standing before a grand hall. Its towering pillars seemed to touch the sky, and the air was imbued with an otherworldly energy. At the end of the hall stood a majestic throne, upon which sat Odin, the All-Father of Asgard.
By Dharmesh P2 years ago in Fiction
Skyship Chronicles: The Lost Isle's Secret
Amelia leaned against the polished brass railing of the skyship Aetherwind, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Below, endless layers of clouds stretched like cotton candy, their whiteness interrupted only by the occasional mountain peak or the glint of sunlight on a distant ocean. The sky was her home, and the skyship her vessel.
By Dharmesh P2 years ago in Fiction
Stardust Reverie: Unearthing Wishes at The Harvest Festival of Stars
Amara stood on the edge of the sandy shore, her eyes lifted toward the night sky. The Harvest Festival of Stars was a rare event on their distant planet, a celestial phenomenon that brought a sense of wonder to even the most pragmatic of souls. Fragments of a long-dead star would rain down, illuminating the darkness and granting wishes to those who believed.
By Dharmesh P2 years ago in Fiction



