Temple Stories

Since ancient times, a woman's life has been likened to a river. She is born in one place, often unnamed, and flows forward-not by choice, but by circumstance. Along her path, she nourishes all she touches. She gives, but is rarely held. In the end, she reaches the ocean-not as a retreat, but as a return. For the ocean has always waited for her-quiet, vast, eternal. Some poets say it is her destiny; others believe it is the love she was always denied-an ardent longing that defines her journey. Cover and Graphic Edits- @me_idnsd

Jane's debut book was a spectacular failure. After pouring her heart into a deeply personal story about a difficult period in her life, she's devastated. Heartbroken and disappointed, she flees to a remote village in southern Japan...only to meet a mysterious young man who insists that the secret to becoming a great writer is to do the exact opposite of what she did: lie. This is my first Open Novella Contest. I hope you enjoy my story as much as I enjoyed writing it!

After defeating Varian and his magical army, Harry believes things will finally return to being peaceful. Meanwhile, Kaitlyn is out with a vengeance since her plan with Varian failed. Now, she seeks to destroy Harry by her own hands. Can Harry thwart Kaitlyn's wicked plans when she has no idea about them? Join Harry as the final volume of A Princess Named Harry begins. With even more action, drama, and even a little romance between knights and friends.

A princess worshipped like the sun. A commander who trusts nothing but war. When an ambush leaves them stranded beneath ancient ruins, survival is no longer the only thing at stake. Because the closer Bakugo stands to her... the harder it becomes to remember she is not his to want.

Obedience brings pleasure, Pleasure brings more obedience.

Every afternoon, at the same time, her cat slips out of the house. One day, 12 year old Keiko follows it into the woods and finds a small temple that only comes alive at night, when blue lights appear, animals gather, and the stars begin to whisper. With the help of a strange boy who watches the sky through a telescope, she learns the truth: each disappearing star carries the last words of someone who died unheard. But the boy is tired. And to listen, someone must take his place. · · ─ ·✶· ─ · · Prompts: ⚝・┆5. Every day at the exact same time your cat slips out of your home. One afternoon, curiosity gets the better of you and you follow, only to discover it's living a secret life you never imagined. ⚝・┆69. The stars are disappearing one by one, and only you can hear their whispers. ⚝・┆78. You begin to realize that nothing is quite what it seems.

Pardon my English, I'm trying my best. It's a love story, no war descriptions for y'all cuz I can't write them 💔 Comments highly appreciated. Synopsis still in the works. A lone demon, taking care of a temple in the deep woods. A warrior trying to protect his family from the horrors of war. Two fates that should have never crossed each other's path.

In a world where magic is feared and gods are forgotten, Nythera has lived a quiet life under the care of a reclusive lorekeeper. But on one clear night, the sky ignites with a streak of silver-beautiful, impossible, and seen by no one but her. When whispers of old power spread through her village, Nythera is thrust from safety into a world that calls her dangerous, cursed, and hunted. With only her childhood friend Dael to guide her, she must navigate zealots, forgotten relics, and the pull of something far greater than she could have imagined. As her own powers awaken, Nythera faces a terrifying truth: to survive, she may have to embrace the very essence that has shaped her-and risk everything to awaken a god. Veil of Winter is a story of power, trust, and the fragile line between destiny and destruction, and the first book in the Eirath series.

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I'd like to present you my short story. This is a game in the form of a diary. And you, my dear reader, can lead the story as you wish. It depends only on you if you find a hidden treasure or you stay in the Temple forever.

*short story* Leo is finally over his mom's Death and his dad is about to remarry. They go on a little holiday to get to know each other better and get along . But is that what is going to happen.

Journey to the edges of civilization and find the hidden treasures in the deep and dangerous jungles of Panama! Professor Steve 'aka the Jaguar' is at it again, barely surviving his latest escapade, he stumbles upon yet another opportunity he simply cannot resist! After solving the dangerous riddles of Stonehenge and conquering the Mayan temple of Forgiveness, Prof. Steve comes across an ancient coin engraved with a crocodile god he finds oh so familiar... and it might just happen to be the key he needs, to solve one of his favorite mysteries. Last but not least, guess what? ...what... You are Professor Steve! Yes, that's right! Become 'the Jaguar' for one unforgettable adventure and uncover the golden secrets of the Jungle yourself. Enter a world where nature is the only law and see if you can make it out, ALIVE. (INTERACTIVE STORY) Everything in this book is completely and entirely fictional. *Featured on the Wattpad AlternativeStorytelling profile* *🥇1st place winner Humor category Moonstone Awards 2020* Cover by @Ferret-bird Banners by @panaceica

Things have a tendency fall apart, no matter how tightly you tie them together.

These characters and the plot from the books Gone, Hunger, lies, Plague, Fear and Light all belong to Michael Grant. I am mearly writing a fan fiction about them all. Nearly a year has passed since the barrier came down. And the strange mutations seem to be returning. Is the FAYZ coming back? Did the Gaiapahge really leave forever? And, if so, can everyone survive it again? It's the return of the FAYZ.

(COMPLETED)Reading between the lines has always been thought of as good. But reading between the pictures... that's a dangerous game...

Will you find me again in another lifetime? Parvati Rajvansh - Clumsy, witty, and impatient, a 22-year-old archaeologist who dedicated her life to the past. She's a "Its-only-illegal-if-I-get-caught" person. True love? Doesn't exist in her dictionary. Rudraveer Singh - Smart, responsible, and calm, a 25-year-old young prince who values order and cares deeply for his subjects. He's a "For-those-I-love-I-will-sacrifice" person. Love? He prefers duty. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________ "We won't forget each other, right?" She asked, standing at the edge of time itself. "You already know how this will end, Parvati." He said, voice gripping with a controlled desperation, as she took one last pleading glance at him. ___________________________________________________________________

Playing video games never seemed like a bad thing until a secret group known as VGHQ - Video Game Hacking Quarters - got into games all over the world and selected 30 "random" gamers to compete on TV. These games are twisted though. Your rank can mean life or death. One mess up and your life is over. Second lives and restarts aren't handed out in these games. You have to play to perfection or face death. Ryota Eidos, a sixteen year old girl, is selected to play this game of life or death, and she knows the number 1 ranking is the only way to win, and in this case, live. Science Fiction #172 / Action #194

Dwarkadhish Hindu temple Lord Krishna grandson Vajranabh built this Temple in 2th Century , Jagat mandir and occasionally Spelled Dwarakadheeshe ,is a Hindu Temple dedicated to Krishna who is worshiped here by the name Dwarakadhish or king of Dwarka Temple is located at Dwarka City of Gujarat India which is one of the destinations of Char Dham , a Hindu Pilgrimage Circuit . The main Shrine of the five storied building Supported by 72 Pillars , is known as jagat mandir or nija mandir the Temple was Rebuilt and enlarged in the 15th_16th Century . Pilgrimage considered Sacred by Hindus in India. adi Shankaracharya, the 8th century Hindu theologian and philosopher , Visited the Shine The other three being Comprising Rameshwaram , Badrinath and Puri Even Today a memorial within the Temple is dedicated to his visit. Dwarkadheeshe is the 98th Divya Desam of Vishnu on the subcontinent glorified in the Divya Prabandha texts. The Temple is at an elevation of 12.19 Metres 40.0 ft above mean sea level it faces west the Temple layout consists of a garbhagriha Nijamandira or Harigraha and an antarala antechamber However , the existing Temple is dated to 16th Century.

Ramesh had promised his mother that he would take her to Mantralayam one day. For years, she had prayed to Sri Raghavendra Swamy, dreaming of standing before the sacred Brindavan. When that day finally arrived, the journey felt less like travel and more like destiny unfolding. As they entered Mantralayam, temple bells echoed through the streets, and the air felt charged with devotion. Pilgrims moved with quiet faith, some chanting, others simply walking in silence. After darshan, Ramesh noticed his mother was exhausted. The crowd was heavy, and finding a peaceful place to stay seemed difficult. A kind local suggested a Guest house in Mantralayam near Temple, tucked away from the noisy streets. Following his directions, they arrived at Vasavi Homestay, a simple yet welcoming place. Soft lights glowed from the windows, and the atmosphere felt calm, almost protective. The room was clean and comfortable, perfect for resting tired feet and calming the mind. That night, as his mother closed her eyes in prayer, she smiled gently. "This place feels blessed," she said. "As if Guru Raghavendra Swamy himself guided us here." In the quiet hours before dawn, temple chants drifted through the air. Ramesh woke to find his mother peaceful and refreshed. She shared that she had dreamt of the saint blessing her, assuring her that all was well. Because they were staying at a Guest house in Mantralayam near Temple, they reached the early morning darshan easily, without stress or haste. Standing before the Brindavan, Ramesh felt a deep sense of gratitude-not just for the darshan, but for the comfort and care that made the journey complete. When it was time to leave, his mother looked back once more. "A good stay completes a pilgrimage," she said softly. For devotees visiting Mantralayam, choosing the right guest house is not just about rest-it becomes part of the spiritual experience. Sometimes, faith leads you not only to the temple, but also to a place that feels like home.