A Nascent Kaleidoscope. Novels & Stories

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of

oh it's that thing ' " Your artifact is a blue and black necklace with a gold cross in the middle with some inscriptions isn't it ?" the priest looked surprised and asked. " h..how do you know" An evil grin spread across his face as he looked at the priest and reactivated his powers but on the necklace this time " Because it's mine !" .

Straightening up, I passed under the archway and onto the large stone balcony. Some of the balcony had a small glass enclosure, stretching from top to bottom, creating an iridescent gleam similar to the stars. Golden lines connected all the glass as support beams and contained within it all was a phenomenal telescope, the end sticking out of an opening high in its glass cage. At the other end, peering through the scope was a figure as familiar to me as she was to all the Clan.

Iris “A parallel world where colors come from. Welcome to the Realm of Hue. Now, my turn, how did you get here? ” The three of us had our foreheads creased in confusion. "We also don't know. There was just a sudden earthquake and when we open our eyes, we're already here. "Sage answered the leader. I, on the other hand, tried to solve the riddle on why we are here. What was I doing before I got here. What is the piece missing. There should have been a reason why there was a sudden earthquake and why we're the only ones here. It meant the earthquake only happened in our location, and it didn't effect the others. How?

The night is still young, the stars are just starting to show themselves in a cloudless but cold evening, reminding the people who are out for a walk or for dining or just roaming around that in the morning, the rain came and washes away the dust accumulated by the pollution which is the product of human's uncaring for the environment. Even Cassandra noticed how beautiful the night stars are and asked Imman to look out of the window to see the scenery. She was surprised when the lawyer recounted the night when he was seven years old and saw the twinkling stars above his head. "It was a beautiful evening way back then, Cass! It was cold and cloudless but I have never forgotten that night - th

Fabian chimes in. My eyes stray beyond the confines of the room. I see afar easily. The borders of the pack and the untrodden paths are blanketed with a veil of snow. Outward, nothing is visible under the quilt of white crystals. A sad ray of light sets some of them alight, driving the water glasses to resemble transparent gems. The twinkle brings to recollection the jewels in her eyes and how they sparkled under the sun.

—a "Biological-Trojan-Horse." This section provides a 1,200-word granular account of the "Neural-Landscape" of the A****n Root. It wasn't a forest; it was a "Cerebral-Cortex" made of obsidian-vines and glowing violet sap. The children moved through the "Synapses" of the planet, dodging the "Audit-Pulses" and the "Immune-Sentinels."

I spun sharply, shifting Nyra higher against my chest, my body turning automatically to put her fully behind my shoulder. The meadow shimmered. It was brief, so quick I might have dismissed it as sunlight flickering through leaves if my instincts weren’t already screaming. A thin ripple ran through the air, like heat haze. And for a fraction of a second, I saw it. A wall. Not stone. Not wood. Something clear and bending, like the sky had been folded and sewn into itself. It blinked into existence, then vanished again, leaving the meadow looking normal, beautiful, harmless, inviting.

The needle in Kaelen’s hand was no longer a shard of gold or a medical tool; it was a hungry, vibrating conduit of absolute potential. It felt heavy, not with physical mass, but with the collective weight of every story that had never been finished. Kaelen stood on the edge of the obsidian balcony, his iridescent violet hair catching the light of the new, biological sun. He looked at the needle, and then at the sky, where the "Notification" still hung like a brand: THE AUTHOR IS TYPING...

​The transition was unlike any other. There was no "Zipping" sound, no "Genre-Flip" vertigo, and no "Hard-Format" pain. Instead, there was a terrifying, absolute Stillness. ​Nora opened her eyes to a world that was perfectly white—not the white of a blank page, but the white of an Infinite Gallery. They stood on a floor of polished obsidian that reflected the stars of a billion failed stories. Kael was there, his umbrella heavy in his hand; Leo was there, his silver hair still shimmering but his eyes wide with a child’s true fear; and Mia was there, her floral apron a bizarre splash of color against the void.