Abdul Basit
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The Traveler and the Green Village
Far beyond the noisy towns and busy roads, hidden between rolling hills and whispering forests, there lay a place that people spoke of in hushed admiration. It was called Green Village. No one who had ever visited it forgot the sight—the houses were painted in soft shades of mint and jade, the gardens overflowed with herbs and flowers, and the entire air seemed to sparkle with freshness after every rainfall. It was as if the earth itself smiled upon this little haven.
By Abdul Basit5 months ago in Photography
The Last Dance
The Last Dance The heavy red curtains swayed slightly as the final call echoed backstage. The auditorium was packed, but backstage was silent—almost holy in its stillness. The hum of anticipation from the crowd seeped through the walls, but all she could hear was her heartbeat.
By Abdul Basit6 months ago in Psyche
The Therapist Who Could Read Minds
Dr. Evelyn Shaw had always believed in the power of listening. For over a decade, she sat in a soft leather chair across from broken people. She let their words wash over her, unfiltered and unjudged. Her voice was always calm, her expressions unreadable, her notes discreet. She never interrupted. She listened, intently, quietly. That was her superpower—until one day, she developed another.
By Abdul Basit6 months ago in Psyche
The London History
The Echoes Beneath the Stones: A Journey Through London’s History Beneath the cobbled lanes of London, echoes of centuries whisper to those who choose to listen. This city, built layer upon layer with ambition, blood, fire, and innovation, is not just the capital of England—it is a living manuscript written by emperors, peasants, poets, and kings. London’s history is not just found in its museums and palaces, but in its very soul—a tapestry of trials, triumphs, and turning points.
By Abdul Basit6 months ago in History
I Found a Mirror in the Forest That Shows Me a Different Life
I wasn’t supposed to be in that part of the forest. It was a place the locals called “Hollow Pine.” They said the trees whispered there. That animals avoided it. I never believed in fairy tales or ghost stories, so I ignored the warnings. I was chasing silence, not shadows.
By Abdul Basit6 months ago in Horror
The Lake Only Exists in My Dreams
I started dreaming of the lake three weeks ago. In the dream, it’s always twilight. The sky is bruised purple, the wind still. I stand barefoot at the edge of a lake I’ve never seen before, surrounded by thick pine trees, the air smelling faintly of smoke and algae. The water is impossibly still, like black glass, stretching wide in every direction with no shore in sight but the one I stand on.
By Abdul Basit6 months ago in Horror
The House That Hums at Night
The House That Hums at Night I wasn’t looking for a miracle when I moved into the house at the end of Halverstone Lane—just something cheap, quiet, and temporary. The rent was suspiciously low, of course, but the landlord chalked it up to “market timing” and “last-minute availability.” I didn’t ask questions. After the year I’d had—losing my job, my partner, and most of my friends—I figured the silence might be good for me.
By Abdul Basit6 months ago in Horror
Meow & Moo: Adventures of a Cat and a Cow
On a quiet farm tucked between green hills and golden fields, lived a curious orange tabby cat named Meow and a gentle black-and-white cow named Moo. While the other animals were content with their daily routines, Meow and Moo dreamed of something more—adventure.
By Abdul Basit6 months ago in Horror
