Sumer Stories

Miało być tylko kolejne lato. Miami było pełne świateł, oceanu, muzyki i chwil, które miały trwać wiecznie. Logan znał każdy zakątek tego miasta - miejsca, gdzie można uciec od problemów, i ulice, na których wystarczyła deska pod nogami, żeby poczuć się wolnym. A potem pojawił się on. Zamknięty w swoim własnym świecie, zagubiony i niepewny tego, co znajduje się poza tym, co znał do tej pory. Nie wiedział jeszcze, że kilka przypadkowych spotkań może zmienić wszystko. Pokazał mu miasto. Pokazał mu wolność. Pokazał mu, że życie może wyglądać zupełnie inaczej. Ale im bardziej otwierał przed nim świat, tym bardziej zaczynał się zastanawiać, czy to naprawdę on był tym, który miał kogoś uratować. Bo czasami osoba, której pokazujesz drogę, jest tą, która ostatecznie prowadzi ciebie. Jedno lato. Jedna historia. Jedno uczucie, którego nie da się zapomnieć.

I saw angels in the sky, I saw snow fall in july. I saw things you only imagine to see or do, but I still haven’t seen anything sweeter than you!

This beginning of the novel is about a young boy whose destiny is intertwined with the primordial Child of Man and must earn dominion over the world and then seek out the good, the only flicker of light in an otherwise pitch black world. If anyone has read Plato and knows about his forms and the allegory of the cave, that's where I got inspiration from

Üç yıl önce, babasının bir uçak kazasında kaybolmasıyla kabuslar görmeye başlayan Özkan, rüyalarının gerçekleşeceğini nereden bilebilirdi ki? Dünya'yı dolaşıp Terme'ye gelen bir Sirk Sihirbazı, ilçede büyük heyecana ve esrarengiz olaylara sebep olmuştu. Bu heyecan seline kendini kaptıran kahramanlarımız Sihirbazın yenilmez gücüne karşı koyabilecekler mi?

A story about Maharaja Sir Sumer Singh

"Please, don't leave me. Everybody I've ever loved has left me. Don't be like them, I know you're different. Please, stay with me."

This is the first chapter of my novel 'Trade winds to Meluhha' ( http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006XNEH7U/ )which is set in the Bronze Age in two ancient civilizations of Mesopotamia and Indus Valley.

Trigger warning

EMPIRE HORIZON Season One of Morning in the Ancient World Twelve lives. One city. The world's first empire on the horizon. Uruk, 2334 BCE. Episode 1 - The Scribe of Uruk Countdown to Empire: Seven Days. In this opening episode, meet the Scribe of Uruk, a woman whose hands shape the law itself. When a temple animal goes missing, she faces an impossible choice: record the truth, or protect the man she loves. Morning in the Ancient World blends historical research with immersive first-person fiction. Twelve voices. Twelve mornings. One breaking point. New episodes weekly.

Entretener

"I was fifteen.." @lolnohood all rights reserved

Story about Sumer.

Lost in pain, guilt and endless suffering was a child who feld for his life from the war torn Aryavart. He had nothing more with him, his memories failed him and yet he was taken in and given the name Perseus. He grew up, became Greece's most beloved warrior. But was that the end? Or was it just the beginning of a nightmare. Buried within his forgotten past lies a book. A book which took several lives. A book which holds a secret which died with its master in battle. "Who are you?" "The all knowing, all powerful...." "I didn't ask for subtitles!" Exclaimed Perseus. They dangerously held their swords against each other's throats. Their eyes challenged one another, yet neither of them were willing to battle it with their swords. "Why do you need this book?" Asked Vatsala. "Why did you....kill...." "Mere mortals such as yourself are so foolish!" Laughed the man. "Hand me the book, or else none of you live." They looked around and realised they were surrounded by armed men who were ready to strike as soon as the signal was given. "Percy, let him go." She softly suggested, by gently placing a hand on his shoulder. "I have their leader, they won't kill us." He replied. "You don't get them yet," sighed Vatsala, "they are not one, they are many. He that was made within one, is not one." Perseus dropped the sword and the book was handed to the man. They were at their wits ends. Would they succeed? Would they succumb to evil? Trapped, encoded, shrouded in mystery is a dangerous secret. The ones who knew it, died. Would they meet the same fate as that of the past? **Sequel to- Katha Raniyon Ki** **Can also be read as a standalone** Graphic designer: @Anoralily

A POV of a group of teens and there nostalgic Sumer of 2019