
Look, I am just a human that was tossed here into space to draw fates of everyone and anything existing. Am I god? No. Offcourse not. But I can draw. Read more about my story, and like it for more.

"Impenetrable, that's how I always see it". Varick, the youngest son of Rowan, walked around the walled city of Eragon. His emerald glanced at every corner of the walled city. Being in the middle of a great city made him feel small and the fascination with the great walls had haunted him for almost three decades. And so, he remembered a story. Great men like Eragon, Riverdell, Oneison, Andor, and Eire attempted to unite the Land. Man cannot change the fate of the human race alone. These great men were once masters and leaders of their own villages but the slavery of Leuronna, a mighty civilization, is slowly devouring them. Eragon swore his oath to protect the justice of men.

Ophelia decided to go back to school after years in the field as a war correspondent. She went to get some advice from her old masters professor Oleander Leghtoncroft. Getting back in the day to day tasks starts to become overwhelming. She asked her professor for help in an unconventional way... a spanking... They fell into a comfortable routine, when Olly's wife pointed out that maybe Ophelia might need more attention then they thought. It seems Ophelia might need more than a little help to get her though PhD program?

A SONG. SUNG BY THE PEN, HEARD BY THE READERS AND FELT BY BOTH.

After losing everything in a tragic accident, he stopped feeling, stopped dreaming, and learned to live like a machine. But one night, a story from his childhood returns making him feel warm again for a moment, and when he writes it down, it disappears by morning. Now caught between what’s real and what’s remembered, he searches for the truth behind the story that refuses to stay written. (All ideas, characters, and story concepts are created by the author. AI tools were used only for refining and enhancing the final draft.)