Abuzar khan

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The Mirror Room at Goulhearth
At Goulhearth’s Marvelous Institute of Wizardry and Other Magical Creations, there was one rule even the most reckless students refused to break:
By Abuzar khan6 months ago in Fiction
First Steps Are Always the Loudest
The hardwood floor creaked beneath my socked feet. It was the same creak that had echoed through the house for thirty years, just outside the nursery door. Only now, the nursery was an empty room with boxed-up dreams and a faded wallpaper of clouds that had begun to peel at the edges.
By Abuzar khan6 months ago in Motivation
I Finally Opened the Mailbox
For eighty-three days, I walked past it. The mailbox stood at the end of the gravel drive, crooked on its post like it, too, was tired of waiting. Each morning I told myself, Today, and each afternoon I said, Tomorrow. And when the moon rose and painted the yard in silver hush, I told myself I’d go first thing in the morning.
By Abuzar khan6 months ago in Fiction
The Fireflies Remember
Every summer, when the cicadas buzzed and the air smelled like overripe peaches, we’d come back to Grandmother’s house. It sat at the edge of a wild meadow, nestled where the woods leaned close, like they were always listening.
By Abuzar khan6 months ago in Fiction
Cabin on the Other Side of the Lake
I first saw it in the fog—just a vague outline beyond the shimmering water, nestled in a curtain of pines on the far bank. At first, I thought it was a trick of the light, the kind of illusion that happens when dawn and mist dance too close to the lake’s surface. But the shape stayed. It solidified.
By Abuzar khan6 months ago in Fiction
. The Sparrow and the Clock
In a clearing where the sunlight dropped in dappled patterns, and the wind whispered in lazy curls through pine and birch, there lived a sparrow with more curiosity than sense. Her name was Pica, and she had a terrible obsession: shiny things.
By Abuzar khan6 months ago in Families
Life‑or‑Death Wake‑Up Calls
They say most life-changing moments start quietly. A cough. A phone call. A traffic light turning red. Mine began with the snooze button.
By Abuzar khan6 months ago in Fiction
The Bedroom Door Never Closed All the Way
Some memories are like splinters—you don’t notice they’re still there until you brush the wrong part of your past and bleed.
By Abuzar khan6 months ago in Fiction
Tiny Light in Huge Dark
The world ended quietly, not with a bang but with a dimming. I first noticed it the day my father forgot my name. We were sitting at the kitchen table, where he used to tell me stories with orange peels curled like dragons and cinnamon sticks wielded like swords. But that day, he just stared at me across the cup of untouched tea, his lips moving silently as if trying on different versions of who I might be.
By Abuzar khan6 months ago in Fiction
The Porch Light That Refused to Go Out
Even after she left, the light never dimmed. Some said it was broken. I knew better. The porch light at 218 Waverly Street had been glowing for six years straight.
By Abuzar khan6 months ago in Fiction
The Labyrinth Beneath My Skin
The pain didn’t start all at once—it crept in like fog, curling into my joints, settling behind my eyes, whispering in my ears when I tried to sleep. Doctors called it many things. Fibromyalgia. Neuropathic. Psychosomatic. They tossed me labels like lifebuoys, but none of them floated.
By Abuzar khan6 months ago in Fiction
Subtle Magic in Mundane Moments
I didn’t buy the teabag. It came tucked inside a secondhand mug I picked up at a charity shop on a Tuesday — a faded thing with chipped porcelain and the words “Today is a Good Day” flaking off in silver cursive. The teabag was hiding in it, nestled like it belonged there, like it had been waiting.
By Abuzar khan6 months ago in Journal