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 Bridge Between Us
In the quiet town of Eldenwood, nestled between silver birch forests and winding brooks, there lived two best friends: Lena and Milo. They had known each other since they were five, first meeting in a sandbox behind the town's little library. Lena was bold, always climbing trees and asking impossible questions. Milo was quiet, always drawing, observing, and finding meaning in the smallest details.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Motivation
The Fifth Bakery
Everyone in the neighborhood remembered the others: the four bakeries that had opened and closed within the same narrow storefront on Maple and 3rd. The first had great pastries but no business sense. The second had business savvy but no soul. The third... well, it caught fire. The fourth never made it to Christmas.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Art
The Paper Bird
Lena Marquez lived in a fading house at the edge of Saint Willow, a town so small it didn’t even have a stoplight. The paint peeled from its storefronts like old wallpaper. Children grew up, packed bags, and left. The ones who stayed carried their dreams like locked diaries — treasured but unopened.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in BookClub
A Cup of Joy
In the heart of Cape Town, nestled between a bookstore and a flower shop, stood a little café called Amahle, meaning “the beautiful one” in Zulu. The owner, Zanele Ndlovu, was known for her honeybush tea and radiant smile. Locals said she poured sunshine into every cup. But if you had met Zanele five years earlier, you might not have recognized her.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in BookClub
The Tenth Step
Marcus Lorne was a janitor in a public middle school on the outskirts of Chicago. At 52, he was heavy-set, quiet, and nearly invisible to the teachers and students who passed him in the hallways every day. He pushed a grey mop cart from corridor to corridor, often humming old Motown tunes under his breath, his knees aching from years of standing, scrubbing, and sweeping. Most people called him “Mr. Lorne” without ever looking him in the eye.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Education
Donkey Business
1. Meet Petunia Harold Jenkins didn’t believe in nonsense. He liked straight lines, black coffee, and hard work. A retired postman turned accidental farmer, Harold had inherited a small patch of land in Mudflap County, population: 638 and one very angry goose.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Horror
The Weight He Carried
1. Before the World Knew His Name In the town of Millstone—a place where no one locked their doors and everyone still knew the mailman's name—there lived a man named Jacob Rowe. He was not famous, nor did he want to be. He worked as a mechanic, fixing the cars of people he’d grown up with, drinking the same coffee at the same diner every morning.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Families
The Great Mango Heist
In the small Indian village of Bhagalpur, known mostly for its stubborn cows and excellent mangoes, nothing ever really happened. And when something did happen, it usually involved someone falling into a well or stealing slippers from the temple porch.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Petlife
The King’s Tail and the Fox’s Tale
By: [Aftab khan] Once upon a not-so-distant time in the thick forests of Ranban, there lived Leo the Lion, the self-declared King of All Beasts. Leo had everything a royal jungle lion could ask for — a flowing golden mane, a deep royal growl, and a collection of shiny rocks he believed were actual treasures.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Horror
The Last Watch
By : [Aftab khan] In the fog-kissed village of Suryanagar, nestled between hills and rice fields, there lived an old man named Hari and his dog, Bhoora. Hari was a widower, long retired from his days as a postman, and Bhoora — a scrappy, mixed-breed with salt-and-pepper fur — was his only companion.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Petlife
The Silence Between Generations
The village of Narayanpur stirred each morning not with alarm clocks or smartphones, but with the rooster’s crow and the rhythmic clang of women drawing water from the well. It was a village caught between eras — its cracked mud houses and dusty courtyards whispering stories from the past, while the younger generation dreamt of distant cities they could barely pronounce.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Humans
The School Beneath the Mango Tree
In a quiet village nestled between hills and rivers in rural South Asia, there stood an old mango tree whose branches seemed to touch the sky. Its thick leaves whispered stories when the wind blew, and its roots curled into the earth like a thousand hands holding on to secrets. This tree was not just a tree — it was a school, a sanctuary, and a symbol of a boy named Arun's unyielding thirst for knowledge.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Education
