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The Window Everyone Forgets. AI-Generated.
When Rehan moved into the quiet hill cottage, he wasn’t looking for magic — only silence. After years of city noise, heartbreak, and a life that felt too heavy to carry, he wanted peace. The cottage was old, wrapped in moss and forgotten flowers. Locals told him it once belonged to a writer who disappeared without a trace.
By shakir hamid5 months ago in Fiction
The Silence of Ranjha
Not a day goes by in the village, whether young or old, men or women, that the name of Gunga is not mentioned, and there is no one, young or old, who does not visit Gunga at least once a day. Gunga is famous throughout the entire region because she has a large and famous shop selling Peew Masto in the village market, and Peew Masto is a daily necessity for everyone.
By shahkar jalal5 months ago in Fiction
Letters From The Room That Doesn't Exist. AI-Generated.
Aarav had always been fascinated by old buildings, especially the abandoned Willowcrest Manor — a weather-beaten mansion at the edge of town, wrapped in vines like nature was trying to bury it. Locals said it was cursed, swallowed by time and sorrow.
By shakir hamid5 months ago in Fiction
The Sound of Rain That Never Falls. AI-Generated.
No one in Hollowbridge could remember the last time it had rained. The clouds gathered every evening, dark and heavy, but no drop ever touched the ground. People called it The Dry Storm, a strange curse that made thunder echo but never bless the soil.
By shakir hamid5 months ago in Fiction
The Wolf Who Howled to the Moon
Kael was a wolf apart. While his pack communicated in practical snarls and yips—warnings of danger, calls to hunt, signals to rest—Kael was possessed by a different kind of sound. When the full moon rose, vast and silver, he would climb to the highest cliff, tilt his head back, and pour his soul into the night.
By Habibullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Fall of the Mighty Lion
Animals in the jungle live their lives every day in fear, just because of the almighty lion. They know that they could lose their lives to the lion at any point in time. They have no other home to move in to; they couldn’t help but adapt to the forest and accept their fate.
By Daniel Uwaoma5 months ago in Fiction
Across The Merderet. Runner-Up in Parallel Lives Challenge.
I sped off to the recruiting post in Galena. Even though my birth certificate at St. Michaels said that Joseph F. Higgins was Born 1927 not 1926 like I told the recruiter, I wasn’t going to let that one year stop me. Hell or high water I was going to be a paratrooper.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Fiction











