Not all that glitters are gold and things that are graceful should be flowers. ⚜️🔅⚜️🔅⚜️🔅⚜️🔅⚜️🔅⚜️🔅⚜️🔅⚜️🔅⚜️🔅⚜️🔅⚜️ The golden sands of Navapuri was getting ready to celebrate Theerthankara Mahadeepam. People had come from afar to witness the majestic festival of its times. But when he arrives, the entire place would be taken by a storm. To him, it was merely an assignment, until the path twisted into a maze of shadows. To her, he should have been nothing more than a stranger. Yet, fate seldom abides to the rules of quests. As choices tighten like a noose, could she hold firm to her purpose, or would the battle between heart and mind lead her astray? One goal and countless paths must be feared. Sometimes what seems simple comes with a deceptive price. NOTE: A fusion of Sasthras, living traditions, and imagination-Rathnalaya is a perceptional historical fiction that reimagines the past through the layers of the present. Not a periodic tale, but a journey through the veiled truths of time and mystery weaved in the land of Navapuri. Plot: Formed from ONC prompts and fascination Dedication: To all my Gentle readers ONC milestone: Round 1 and 2 Qualified

Yardbird (noun): A convict. A caged bird is brimming with emotions of wisdom and chaotic perceptions. These mellifluous hums and horrendous whiffs portray certain beliefs and stories. The aches it rummages is a song. Hop in to dine. Little poetic conversations of contrary words in the form of quintains (5 line poetry). Collection of my entries for Versification 2023. ✨GRAND RUNNER OF VERSIFICATION 2023✨ ✨️AMBYS 2024 POETRY TOP PICK✨️

Jeyanth is a person who would instantly muse about any thought in this life. In the garden of lilies, he would be the busy bee. His simple articles always sneak into some corner of his daily print to keep his needs meet the rim of the wages. His life goes the usual until he gets a gloomy assignment to work on. On a Monday morning, he walks on the alleys of the mysterious library. Eventually, he meets the one. 🍂An AAPI Heritage Month celebration entry. 🍂Plot: A retelling excerpt from garudapuranam. An Indian text about death, the life before and everything beyond it. 🍂Word count: 4940

Book 1 of the #Esoteric Beacon Trilogy They have come. To save and protect their world. But little did they know who they are. •●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●•●• She was the flower, the golden bloom with enthralling blue eyes. Her heart knew the mission, her soul the divine in its creation. As the saying goes, not every blessing is sought, she was seen as a chaos. The unsettling fear that voided every heart. Sometimes prophecies aren't mere myths and let her prove them what they shall seek, even if it calls for a war. May the descendents of the silverine and aureolous gods of the moon and star be blessed. May the fates be strong to withstand every change they shall see. Plot credits: Dream and fascination Word count: 50,000-55,000 words ✨️AMBYS 2024 FANTASY TOP PICK NOVEL✨️

When flowers get pricked, they wreck the world. Rathi was once a petunia. As she walks the muddy roads with guilt that pits her heart, she hears the skies roar. The bolt of lightning pierced her eyes making her weakly succumb to the grounds. Little did she know, she was split. A tragic irony that she will never wish to be. Will she combat or get lost in the clutter that would haunt her? •.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.• A moonless night brings the tides. Some are low but some are high. Ara, the mysterious bartender known for his sceptical philosophies had a normal life. When normals surround, time serves its enigmas. Will he see the light or will he get lost in the ambush of sins that seep beneath the skins? •.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.• Alarmingly left to roam without a body she sets to begin the journey to solve the puzzle. Little did she know she had to babysit than take part in the adventure. Amidst every chaos a heinous crime prevails. Who will be caged and who will be freed? Hop in to seek the tale. Raw draft to be edited. An Indian mythology mystery maze! ©opy®ighted to @yaris052018 written for ONC 2024. 🪄Round 1 Qualified 🪄Featured by APIFantasy

She bleeds the odes they began together, But least anyone knew it would be hers forever. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° Tushant Uday, a psychology student lives a complacent life he wished with his high-school sister Kimaya. His life is complete with her happy chirps and throbbing fights. In his sky of joy, she is his only rainbow. Kimaya, a normal girl who loves her brother, her art and her books. She is a mellifluous rose who entices every heart with just her being. Even if things seem blessed, life is never a bed of roses. The prick that poke them is the mysterious episodes of cries she faced every night whenever she is lost in her slumber. She sang skeptical odes to someone she never knew. Nor would she remember what she was bound with, leaving the wound scar Tushant's heart. Was that his prayers or a sudden miracle he knew not, for the past one year it has stopped at once. But when he returns with a strong defiance carved in his heart, her cries begin but this time it is not so merciful. Things fall apart. Three lives collide. Who can mend it until the responsibilities are realised with real eyes? (Inspired work from the tale of Satyavan and Savithri with some addition from Indian mythology.) ©️opyrighted by Yaris Cover by @FireOpalDani 🪄 Ambys 2023 Top pick Paranormal novella 🪄ONC 2022 Shortlist Qualified 🪄ONC 2022 Longlist Qualified 🪄ROUND 1 and 2 Qualified 🪄 8× Featured by wattpad profiles

Tale Of Birds || Amidst Lasya and Tandava (A mythological spin between beloved life and lovely death.) Prakriti is the lasya of creation. The mother of genesis, an Ambrose full of life. Purush is the tandav of wisdom. The father of syneidesis, an ocean of enigma. Between the two evolves creation and destruction. Amongst the infinite tales, they speak together, here is the tale of two birds. Maybe you know everything, Maybe you never know how much you may know, Maybe you must strive if you would wish to know, Maybe that's about knowing everything. 🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅🔅 Request: Try to read it between the lines and feel the words. Cover credits: @Anorality and @themythicalcommunity

THAT ILLUSION || Chasing the call of the chasm. Earth is haunted, and they have come to save the earthlings before it's too late. The Narngon school of magic is the only source of remedy for this silently perishing world. The trio of infamous queens of the dark arts has pledged to save this mortal planet as an assignment. Yet what should have been an effortless mission turns out to be otherwise. Their combats commence, and riots revolve only to uphold the vow that they are committed to. When the startling truth of the universe unfolds, they attempt to fight till the last ounce of strength is left in their magical soul. Set in the twenty-first century, the era of transition and fallacy, combating for the greater good can be a horrendous restraint. Will the Narngonian witches succeed in their mission, or should they not let their lives meet the ill fate that might surround them? When the abyss calls, may the inner light protect the soul! ✨️PART 1 completed! ✨️8x Features ✨️WARNING: Evil and mature content ahead! ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○● 🦋 Plot credits: Formed from ONC prompts 🦋Dedication: #Shivran86 and #Queen_Of_Life_Heba 🦋Cover: #Yovarneine 🦋Edited by: #Queen_Of_Life_Heba 🦋Banners and aesthetics: #myself ©opy®ighted solely to @yaris052018 ●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●○●

••Musings of my soul•• °°A quote stop by Yaris°° Whenever I decide to quit, these musings keep me going! Dive in if you need some positive words. Sometimes I will write some of the dark realities, but in the end you will know how to cope up with the trials of life! 4/509 in #versus (3/10/2020) 82/1.42K in #introspection (24/12/2020)

It's the story of Inayat as an Editor of Tiny Crinkles publication.She deals with the thrill of facing a hooded figure pointing out to her at her workplace.The fear bounds, whirls and confuses her, all to be remembered as a sweet memory for ever...Is it even possible? Let's see the sarcasm ; ] It's my entry to #JustWriteBits prompt... Hope its enjoyable... Happy reading..!! With love Yaris..🔆