Ahmed aldeabella
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"Creating short, magical, and educational fantasy tales. Blending imagination with hidden lessons—one enchanted story at a time." #stories #novels #story
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The Tribe Without Shadows. AI-Generated.
Ethan Ward had ventured into the Amazon before—but never this deep, never this far from any place marked on a map. As a cultural anthropologist chasing whispers of an uncontacted tribe that locals called “The No-Shadow People,” he expected resistance. He did not expect to lose the sun on the second day. The canopy grew unnaturally dense as Ethan, his assistant Mara, and their guide Ruy advanced. Sunlight faded until the sky dissolved into a permanent twilight. The air cooled. Birds vanished. Even the usual chorus of insects fell silent as if afraid to breathe.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
The Green Light. AI-Generated.
The jungle was alive that night. Not with sound— but with light Dr. Harper Quinn had spent her career studying bioluminescent organisms, from deep-sea plankton to cave fungi. But nothing she’d seen compared to what she witnessed deep in the Amazon basin: a soft green glow rippling through the canopy, pulsing like a heartbeat across miles of untouched forest.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
The Voice of the Forest. AI-Generated.
The Amazon was never silent—but Dr. Morgan Hale never expected it to speak back. . As part of an elite acoustic-research team, Morgan traveled deep into an unexplored section of the rainforest to study mysterious sound patterns captured by satellites. Alongside her were sound engineer Theo Grant, whose microphones could detect a heartbeat from fifty meters away, and Amaru, a local guide raised on stories warning people never to disturb “the forest that imitates.”
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
Whiskers Beneath the Rubble
I often think that I did not truly understand silence until I lost my cat during the war in Gaza. Before the war, silence meant early mornings before the city woke up, or late nights when electricity briefly returned and everyone rushed to charge their phones. During the war, silence became terrifying. It meant waiting—waiting for the next explosion, the next scream, the next loss.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Petlife
When the Sky Took My Best Friend. AI-Generated.
The Space Where My Dog Used to Sleep I was born in Gaza, but I feel as if I truly learned what it meant to live there only during the war. Before that, life was narrow but familiar, painful yet predictable. During the war, everything became loud, unstable, and stripped of meaning—everything except grief. Grief became the only constant.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Petlife
The Blue-Feathered Phantom. AI-Generated.
For years, the myth of the Blue-Feathered Phantom haunted scientific journals. A bird said to glow at night—its feathers shimmering with an impossible cobalt light—yet no one had ever captured a single clear photograph.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
