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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Divorce'
Ayesha and Amir had been married for 15 years, and their relationship had been a beautiful painting, full of vibrant colors and intricate details. They had met in college, and their love had been the stuff of fairy tales. But over the years, the painting had begun to fade, the colors bleeding into each other, the details becoming blurry.
By Abbas2 years ago in Chapters
Sweet Shop'
In the bustling streets of Karachi, Pakistan, there was a small cake shop like no other. "Sweet Delights" was its name, and it was a haven for those who craved more than just a sweet treat. The shop was run by a kind-hearted woman named Sarah, who had a gift for baking and a passion for storytelling.
By Abbas2 years ago in Humans
"The Old Man and the Library"
In the heart of Lahore, Pakistan, there was a small, quaint library tucked away in a bustling street. It was a place where time stood still, and the love for books and knowledge filled the air. The library was run by an old man named Khalid, who had dedicated his life to sharing the joy of reading with others.
By Abbas2 years ago in Chapters
"Identity Crisis"
As I stared into the mirror, I saw a stranger staring back at me. The face was familiar, yet foreign. The eyes, once bright and full of life, now seemed dull and empty. I couldn't recognize the person I once knew.
By Abbas2 years ago in Psyche
"Don't Give Up"
As I sat in my dark apartment, surrounded by unpaid bills and shattered dreams, I felt like giving up. My life had been a series of failures and setbacks, and I couldn't see a way out of the abyss. I had lost my job, my relationship had ended, and I was struggling to make ends meet.
By Abbas2 years ago in Chapters
Calendar'
As I sat in my cozy little house, surrounded by the familiar comforts of home, I couldn't help but feel a sense of restlessness. It was as if the walls were closing in on me, and the same old routine was suffocating me. I needed a change, a spark of adventure to reignite the flame of excitement in my life.
By Abbas2 years ago in Chapters
Greetings from the Mysterious Mansion!
Dear Brave adventurers, I hope this letter finds you well and ready for a new challenge! I am writing to you from the mysterious mansion on the hill, a place shrouded in secrecy and intrigue. As you read these words, I am sitting in the grand study, surrounded by dusty tomes and flickering candles, trying to unravel the secrets that lie within these ancient walls.
By Abbas2 years ago in Chapters
"Good Morning"
As I slowly opened my eyes, the warm sunlight peeking through the windows greeted me with a gentle smile. I stretched my arms, feeling the softness of my bed, and let out a contented sigh. It was going to be a good day.
By Abbas2 years ago in Filthy
"The Cursed Clock"
In the sleepy town of Ravenswood, nestled in the heart of the Whispering Woods, stood an antique shop like no other. Its windows were always shrouded in a thick layer of dust, and the door creaked with an eerie screech, as if warning potential customers to stay away. The sign above the entrance read "Curios and Antiques," but the locals knew it as "Old Man Thorne's Shop of Horrors."
By Abbas2 years ago in Horror
The Mirror World'
As I stood in front of the antique mirror, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Its ornate frame seemed to whisper secrets, and the glass itself appeared to ripple like water. I had always been drawn to the mysterious and unknown, and this mirror seemed to embody both.
By Abbas2 years ago in BookClub
The Secret Life of Objects'
In a small, quirky antique shop, nestled in the heart of the city, a peculiar phenomenon occurred. Objects, once mere decorations or relics, began to whisper secrets to each other. A vintage typewriter confided in a nearby vase, while a worn leather armchair shared tales with a nearby lamp.
By Abbas2 years ago in Education
// My Hand Bag \\
As I rummaged through my grandmother's attic, I stumbled upon an old, worn-out handbag. It was made of soft, supple leather, with intricate stitching and a delicate clasp. I could sense the weight of memories it carried, and I knew I had to uncover its story.
By Abbas2 years ago in Confessions

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Divorce'

Sweet Shop'

"The Old Man and the Library"

"Identity Crisis"

"Don't Give Up"

Calendar'

Greetings from the Mysterious Mansion!

"Good Morning"

"The Cursed Clock"

The Mirror World'

The Secret Life of Objects'

// My Hand Bag \\

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