AFTAB KHAN
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Storyteller at heart, writing to inspire, inform, and spark conversation. Exploring ideas one word at a time.
Writing truths, weaving dreams — one story at a time.
From imagination to reality
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The Tree of Money
Part 1 – The Seed Long before skyscrapers scraped the clouds and money moved faster than thought, there was a quiet village named Kalden Hollow, nestled between emerald hills. The villagers lived simple lives — fishing in the silver-threaded river, farming the golden wheat, and trading goods in a dusty market square.
By AFTAB KHAN5 months ago in Fiction
The Last Block
Part 1 – The Countdown The year was 2140, and the air in New Geneva hummed with quiet anticipation. Across the globe, millions were counting down to an event that had been predicted for over a century: the mining of the 21 millionth Bitcoin — the final fraction to ever be created.
By AFTAB KHAN5 months ago in Motivation
The Ledger of Dawn
Part 1 – The Spark In the year 2035, the digital skyline of Neo-Tokyo shimmered with holographic billboards, each promising the next leap in finance, entertainment, or personal augmentation. To most citizens, cryptocurrency was no longer an exotic novelty — it was the bloodstream of the city. Every purchase, every contract, every identity was etched onto one of the countless blockchains that webbed the globe.
By AFTAB KHAN5 months ago in Education
The Ledger and the Lighthouse
1 — The Breakpoint It was past midnight, and the dim glow of three monitors painted Arjun Varma’s apartment in shades of blue. Code scrolled endlessly down his screen, punctuated by error messages that felt like tiny daggers. His half-drunk coffee had gone cold hours ago.
By AFTAB KHAN5 months ago in Earth
The Bridge Between Two Worlds
1 — The Boy with a Map in His Head Rajiv Mehra grew up in Sundarwan, a small village tucked between the rolling hills of northern India. Sundarwan had no train station, no cinema, and only one road connecting it to the nearest town. But what it did have was a boy who could not stop drawing maps.
By AFTAB KHAN5 months ago in Motivation
The Last Mile
The morning was colder than expected for late spring, and Emma Hayes stood at the edge of the trail, staring down the winding dirt path that disappeared into the mist. She tightened her ponytail, adjusted her running shoes, and told herself for the fifth time that she didn’t have to do this.
By AFTAB KHAN5 months ago in Motivation
The Climb Within: A Journey from Rock Bottom to the Summit
It started in the quiet hours, the kind where the world feels distant and every sound echoes inside your head. James sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the floor like it might offer an answer. His phone screen still showed the email—short, cold, and final.
By AFTAB KHAN5 months ago in Art
Through the Storm: A Mother and Son’s Unbreakable Bond
The winter of 1998 was the kind that seemed to last forever. Snow piled high against the old apartment’s windows, and the thin walls rattled each night when the wind roared through the alley. Inside, the heater worked just enough to keep the frost off the furniture, but not enough to chase away the chill that settled into your bones.
By AFTAB KHAN5 months ago in Families
The Platform That Turned Words into Worlds: My Journey on Vocal.media
When I first stumbled upon Vocal.media, it wasn’t part of some master plan. It was a Tuesday night, the kind where the clock ticks too slowly, and I was knee-deep in yet another online rabbit hole. I had been searching for platforms to share short stories, hoping to find a space that wasn’t just about chasing followers or battling algorithms. Somewhere between “how to publish online” and “writing contests 2022,” I found an unfamiliar name—Vocal.
By AFTAB KHAN5 months ago in Interview
Success Has My Mother’s Hands
I used to think success looked like a spotlight. Clean stages, polished shoes, applause. A framed degree on the wall. A shiny plaque with your name engraved. That’s what I saw on television, in magazines, on the news: success with straightened posture and perfect smiles.
By AFTAB KHAN5 months ago in Families
The Shape of the Thing
Elliot first drew the creature when he was six. It was supposed to be a simple art project. His teacher, Miss Carrow, had asked the class to draw their imaginary friends. Most kids sketched knights or fairies, monsters with toothy grins and candy-colored wings. Elliot’s paper, by contrast, was quiet. It showed a corner of his room, scribbled in grayscale, with a crooked figure crouched in the shadows beside his toy chest. He’d labeled it in heavy crayon: The Shape of the Thing.
By AFTAB KHAN5 months ago in Fiction
