Abbas

Joined April 2024

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Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.

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My Poetry'
I still remember the first time I picked up a pen and wrote a poem. I was just a child, barely eight years old, and the words flowed out of me like a river. It was as if I had finally found a way to express the thoughts and feelings that had been swirling inside me for so long.
By Abbas2 years ago in Education
"Big Eye Lashes"
As a child, I was always fascinated by my mother's makeup routine. She'd spend hours in front of the mirror, carefully applying foundation, blush, and mascara. But it was her eyelashes that truly captivated me. Long, luscious, and dramatic, they framed her eyes like a work of art.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
"My Nails"
I stared at my nails, feeling a sense of disgust wash over me. They were bitten and broken, a mess of uneven edges and ridges. I couldn't remember the last time I'd had a decent manicure.
By Abbas2 years ago in Chapters
Delete
In the city of Remembrance, memories were the ultimate currency. People traded them like precious coins, storing them in mental vaults and safeguarding them with intricate passwords. Forgetting was a luxury few could afford, and those who did often found themselves ostracized and alone.
By Abbas2 years ago in Chapters
The Secret Keeper
As she walked through the old mansion, Emily couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine. She had always been drawn to the mysterious and unknown, and this house was rumored to have secrets hidden within its walls. Her grandfather, the late owner of the mansion, and Emily had always wondered what secrets he had kept hidden away.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
"A New Mission"
Professor James had always been fascinated by the concept of time travel. As a renowned physicist, he had spent his career studying the mysteries of the universe, and he was determined to crack the code of the fourth dimension. After years of tireless work, he finally succeeded in building a time machine.
By Abbas2 years ago in Chapters
Him
I still remember the day I met him. It was a warm summer afternoon, and I was sipping coffee at a quaint little café in the heart of the city. He walked in, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for someone. Our gazes met, and I felt a jolt of electricity run through my veins. It was as if time had stopped, and all that existed was him and I.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
"The Fragrance"
Fragrance: The Scent of Memories Fragrance is more than just a pleasant smell; it's a time machine that transports us back to memories we thought were long forgotten. A single whiff of a familiar scent can evoke emotions, bring back moments from our past, and connect us to people and places we love.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
Trapped in Darkness
The world was a desolate place, devoid of any sense of optimism. The once blue skies were now a perpetual gray, casting a gloomy shadow over the barren landscape. The air was thick with the smell of despair, and the only sound was the faint whisper of hopelessness.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
My Laptop'
My laptop, a sleek and silver companion, has been my window to the world for as long as I can remember. It's where I escape, create, and connect with others. Its glowing screen is my portal to endless possibilities, a gateway to knowledge, entertainment, and adventure.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions
"Little Elephant"
In the heart of the Pakistani jungle, a little elephant named Ella was born. She was the smallest in her herd, but what she lacked in size, she made up for in curiosity and spirit. Ella loved to explore, and one day, she wandered farther than she ever had before.
By Abbas2 years ago in Education
"The Whispering Woods"
Here is a story about a haunting in the forest, in 800 words: The Whispering Woods Deep in the heart of the Pakistani forest, there stood an ancient woodland, shrouded in mystery and terror. The locals avoided it, whispering tales of ghostly apparitions and unexplained occurrences. They called it the Whispering Woods, a place where the living were not welcome.
By Abbas2 years ago in Chapters

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My Poetry'

"Big Eye Lashes"

"My Nails"

Delete

The Secret Keeper

"A New Mission"

Him

"The Fragrance"

Trapped in Darkness

My Laptop'

"Little Elephant"

"The Whispering Woods"

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