Flatland: A Romance Of Many Dimensions Novels & Stories

Crystal took a quiet breath, released her grip, and began. Time moved differently in the Plain of the Three Musketeers. This was not a poetic observation; it was a technical one. One hour in the real world stretched into something far longer here—a property of the pocket dimension that Danial had initially resisted, then accepted with the weary pragmatism of someone who had long since run out of energy to be shocked by the impossible.

It read Royals all in capital letters. The gate opened itself to usher them in and the site they saw was fascinating. Michael wanted to cry at a such beautiful scenery. All over the school at a specific spot were beautiful flowers Michael haven’t seen in his life. There was a water fountain in the middle of the school, at the top of the fountain were two figures, A man and a woman. They must be the founder of these beautiful places Michael thought. Hunter and Damian enjoyed the scenery but to Hunter, he already had something like that at home just that he was way smaller than what was standing in front of him. They don’t have beautiful flowers as the school has and for Damian, he would enjo

She hoped I would help her rise again and even began painting me grand promises. “Trust me. The police have already issued warrants for Sandra and Russell. “I’ll have money soon. As long as you help me just this once, the company will definitely reopen. “Then we can get married, all right?” “Ellis, the fact that I haven’t pursued your past actions doesn’t mean I can’t. “What right do you have to beg me? I don’t want to see you again.” Rain poured outside, and her figure vanished into the stormy night.

The air in the room got thicker right then, like it was pressing down on my chest making it harder to breathe, and the candles flared up brighter all at once, the flames jumping high and sending hot wax dripping down the sides onto the table with soft splats. I went to pull my hand away from the planchette, figuring we’d had enough of this weird game, but it wouldn’t move, stuck there like some invisible glue held it fast, and panic started bubbling up in me mixed with this strange thrill twisting low in my belly, making my pulse race even faster.

It started small, like a spark, then grew, filling every nerve, every fibre of her being. “Go! Go now, Clara!” her grandmother urged, her eyes glistening with tears and pride. Before Clara could question it, the warmth exploded outward. Time itself seemed to shiver. The firelight warped and stretched, the screams became distant echoes, and the ground beneath her feet disappeared. One moment, she was on scorched earth. The next, she was falling. The world around her blurred, colours and shapes twisting in impossible ways. She felt weightless, suspended between moments, suspended between worlds. Then, as suddenly, as it began, it ended.

"The potion seller is indeed a woman, and a beautiful one at that." I felt a flush rise to my cheeks, and I gently removed his hand from my chin. "Flattery will get you nowhere," I said, my tone light, but firm. "And I have no interest in sweet talk. Now, rest, or I will throw you out before your wounds have a chance to heal." A smile played at the corners of his lips, and he held up his hands in surrender. "As you wish, my lady. I simply couldn't help but admire the skilled hands that healed me."

She got puzzled, why he is sending me to the terrace, I was talking about our distance not the weather right! " Just go as I say," he said again. "Ok" she obeyed reluctantly. She got up from her room and opened the door of the terrace and reached there, cool and soothing breeze caressed her cheeks. "Mhmm, today's weather is romantic," she chuckled. It was a clear sky with a full moon. A cool breeze was trickling her face. "Now I'm on the terrace," she said to him. "Look at the sky," he said smiling. She looked at the sky where the full moon was shining with its full glory and a small diamond-like star was adorning its beauty.

Meniscus, the only place; an object made of earth and air and fire and water, twice the sizes of the cooling moons, has sustained the growing life that the God of Man has successfully conjured. Divided into four lands, the north, east, south and the west, it had slowly flourished and turned into the marvelous state it is in now. On the northern part of the realm, situated between the Great Ice and the Varietal Sea, is the bountiful continent of Veldt. Dotted with numerous islets, it has been long painted as the precious gems of the North. One of this was the telltale paradise,most have heard from the mouth of marauders and voyager who had seen the premises, the city of Florin, land of the bl

If you put yourself too far above others, they stop caring if you’re right or wrong, they just want to tear you down. “I have my theories, like everyone else, but that isn’t important right now. What is important is that Nekromel isn’t going to appear here.” “It isn’t?” said Cheng. He was just as interested in my view of the prophecy as the shaman. “I don’t think so. There is a place in Flatland where I saw a fairy. A small creature, this big.” I held up finger and thumb to indicate the size. “Fairies do not exist,” said the shaman.

Even the smallest piece of fabric seemed to cling uncomfortably to my skin. Unable to resist the pull of what I was witnessing, I continued watching for a long time, my strength gradually draining away until I could no longer support myself. I slid to the floor, overcome. The heat of my breath filled the room, thickening the air with a charged energy I couldn't ignore. To be honest, I never expected my new tenant, Antonio Gomez, to be this captivating. The young woman he was with couldn't seem to keep up with him, but for someone like me—more experienced and mature—it only made me wish I could be in her place.