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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Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 22). AI-Generated.
Night swallowed the forest long before the team reached the cabin. The cold had sharpened; the sky was steel-black; and every step Evelyn took felt heavier than the last. Rowan walked beside her, one hand near his holster, eyes scanning every shadow.
By Ahmed aldeabella29 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 20). AI-Generated.
The forest held its breath. The snow-covered clearing—once silent except for the wind—now vibrated with a tension so thick Evelyn could barely swallow. A woman emerged from the south trail, stumbling forward through the drifts as deputies tried to steady her.
By Ahmed aldeabella29 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 19). AI-Generated.
Snow swirled around the clearing as Evelyn tried to steady her breathing. Her pulse hammered in her ears, each beat louder than the last. Rowan stood in front of her, tense and unreadable, keeping his aim fixed on the woman.
By Ahmed aldeabella29 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 17). AI-Generated.
Silence filled the sheriff’s office like a living thing. Evelyn stared at the photo on the desk— the woman who’d haunted her for days holding her like a daughter. The child standing beside her. A family portrait that should not exist.
By Ahmed aldeabella29 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 16). AI-Generated.
The sheriff’s office felt smaller than ever. Evelyn sat alone in the interview room, elbows on the cold metal table, head buried in her hands. Everything was spinning— the woman, the child, the photos, the impossible familiarity.
By Ahmed aldeabella29 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 14). AI-Generated.
Rowan didn’t sleep. Neither did Evelyn. The inn felt less like shelter and more like a thin shell keeping out something ancient, persistent, and patient. Snow hammered the roof with steady force, and the storm wrapped the building in an eerie cocoon of white noise.
By Ahmed aldeabella29 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 13). AI-Generated.
Even after leaving the cabin, Evelyn could still hear the voice. Soft. Feminine. Unmistakably intentional. It replayed in her mind over and over again as Rowan drove away from the Vermont woods, faster this time, the wheels cutting through slush and fresh snow like a warning siren. The tension inside the car was thick enough to crush the air itself.
By Ahmed aldeabella29 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 12). AI-Generated.
The drive toward the abandoned cabin felt like a descent into another world. The Vermont landscape grew wilder with every mile—dense evergreens weighed down with snow, frozen streams glinting under the afternoon light, and a silence that felt too deliberate to be natural.
By Ahmed aldeabella29 days ago in Fiction
