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“The Bridge Between Some days”
The Bridge Between Somedays By [Ali Rehman] Elliot was a man built of dreams. From the moment he could remember, his life had been a collection of “somedays.” Someday, he would write the novel that would change the world. Someday, he would leave his small town and see the oceans he'd only read about in books. Someday, he would find his purpose, that elusive spark that would make his heart race with excitement.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Motivation
The Woman Who Watered Stones”
The Woman Who Watered Stones By [Ali Rehman] In the remote village of Glenmoor, nestled between rugged hills and dense forests, lived a woman named Elara. She was an enigma to her neighbors — quiet, resolute, and unlike anyone they knew. Every day, from dawn until dusk, Elara tended to a small patch of earth at the village’s edge. But what made her the subject of whispered gossip and outright mockery was not her routine, but what she cared for: stones.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Motivation
“The 100th Step”
The 100th Step By [Ali Rehman] Every morning before the sun had fully stretched its golden fingers across the sky, Marcus tightened the laces on his worn boots, wrapped his scarf snugly around his neck, and stepped out into the quiet chill of dawn. The village beneath his small cottage still slept, blanketed by a soft fog that clung to rooftops and fields like a fragile veil. With a deep breath of crisp morning air, Marcus began his familiar climb.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Motivation
“The Man Who Spoke in Rain”
The Man Who Spoke in Rain By [Ali Rehman] For as long as anyone could remember, whenever Elias felt something deeply — joy, sadness, anger, or fear — the skies above his small town would open up and rain would fall. Sometimes it was a gentle drizzle, a soft murmur of tears from the clouds. Other times, it was a wild storm that drenched everything in torrents, lightning crackling like his own fierce emotions unleashed.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“The Sky that Fell in Love with the Sea”
The Sky that Fell in Love with the Sea By [Ali Rehman] Every morning, as dawn crept slowly over the earth, the sky would awaken with a soft blush of pink and gold. It stretched endlessly, a vast canvas painted anew with every breath of the wind. Beneath it, the sea shimmered and swayed, its waves whispering songs of ancient mysteries and distant dreams.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“The River That Dreamed of Fire”
The River That Dreamed of Fire By [Ali Rehman] The river had always known one thing — reflection. It mirrored the mountains, the moon, the clouds, and the passing faces of travelers who crossed its bridges. Every ripple was a borrowed shape, every shimmer a borrowed light. It was calm, gentle, obedient to the pull of the earth. But beneath the soft song of its surface, the river felt something deeper — a longing.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“The Wind Forgot My Voice”
“The Wind Forgot My Voice” By [Ali rehman] The day my voice disappeared, the world grew unbearably quiet. It wasn’t the silence of peace — it was the silence of being unheard. I opened my mouth, and though I felt the shape of words forming, nothing came out. Not even a whisper. The doctor called it “psychogenic aphonia,” but what could medicine know of heartbreak carved from words that never reached their destination?
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Poets
“The Painter of Forgotten Faces”
The Painter of Forgotten Faces By [Ali Rehman] In the quiet town of Eldermoor, tucked between winding cobblestone streets and misty hills, there was a painter whose name no one quite knew. Some called him Marcellus; others whispered “The Painter of Forgotten Faces.” His studio was a small, shadowed room at the end of Bell Street, with windows perpetually covered in thick velvet curtains and a single flickering lantern by the door.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in 01
“Where the Stars Go to Sleep”
Where the Stars Go to Sleep By [Ali Rehman] Elias had always been a man who chased light. Not the kind you could hold in your hand or see flickering in a flame, but the silent, distant glow of stars scattered across the night sky. From his childhood home, nestled in a valley surrounded by ancient mountains, Elias would spend hours lying beneath the vast darkness, staring upward, tracing constellations with trembling fingers and whispered names.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in 01
“The Garden That Remembered Us”
The Garden That Remembered Us By [Ali Rehman] In the heart of a forgotten village, where the days slipped by like whispers in the wind, there was a garden unlike any other. It was hidden behind a crumbling stone wall covered in ivy, a place the villagers spoke of only in half-remembered legends. They called it the Memory Garden, but it was more than that—it was a living testament to the moments lost in time.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in 01
“The Author of My Tomorrow”
The Author of My Tomorrow By [Ali Rehman] I used to think I was the only author of my life — that every choice, every step, was mine alone to write. But lately, something strange has been happening. It’s as if someone else is holding the pen, scripting my days before I even live them.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Writers
“Ink and the Infinite Library”
Ink and the Infinite Library By [Ali Rehman] In the heart of the sleepy town of Eldermoor stood an ancient, ivy-clad building known simply as The Infinite Library. Forgotten by most, the library was said to hold every book ever written—and every book yet to be written. Its shelves stretched endlessly, curving in impossible loops, defying the laws of space.
By Ali Rehman2 months ago in Writers
