Ameer Gull
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The Positive Thinking of a Human Being Causes his Powerful Personality.
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Whispers of the Dead
In the old quarters of Philadelphia, autumn had wrapped the city in a blanket of sorrow. The yellow leaves, fallen from trees, lay scattered on the roads like symbols of a mysterious dream. Within this melancholic atmosphere lived a nine-year-old boy, Cole Sear — his life entangled in secrets no one could see.
By Ameer Gull7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Evening of Memory
Raindrops tapped gently against the window, like the echoes of a memory trying to break through time. Inside a quiet nursing home, an elderly man named Noah sat beside an old woman, his voice trembling as he read aloud a love story. That woman — once the center of his world — was now lost in the fog of Alzheimer’s.
By Ameer Gull7 months ago in Fiction
Return of the Puppet Master
The night was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that settles like fog — heavy, unspoken, and full of dread. The old school building stood still, wrapped in darkness, its crumbling walls whispering secrets of the past. Somewhere in that eerie calm, the sharp, sudden scream of a little girl sliced through the night like a knife.
By Ameer Gull7 months ago in Fiction
Mind Game: When a Police Officer Took Down a Billionaire Mastermind
The city glimmered under the calm of the night, but beneath the shine, the truth was quietly dying. Adrian Ray was no ordinary officer. As part of the anti-corruption unit, he had built a reputation for thinking far ahead of his enemies. To him, crime wasn’t just bloodshed on the streets—it was the smiling faces behind corporate doors, the ones who manipulated minds, controlled narratives, and sold destruction as development.
By Ameer Gull7 months ago in Fiction
Silent Island — Prisoner of Truth
The year is 1954. A violent storm brews over the Atlantic as U.S. Marshal Edward “Teddy” Daniels and his new partner Chuck Aule arrive at a remote island. Their destination? Ashecliffe Hospital, an ominous facility housing the criminally insane.
By Ameer Gull7 months ago in Fiction
The Old Bench
By: [Rich Flower] The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the earth still smelled like a memory. Wet leaves clung to the ground, and puddles shimmered on the winding path that led through the old city park. Emily walked slowly, her shoes making soft sounds against the brick walkway, a folded umbrella in one hand and a tug of hesitation in the other.
By Ameer Gull7 months ago in Humans
The Pain and Fire of Revenge
By [Rich Flower] A daughter’s silent war for truth, love, and the price she paid for vengeance. Rain was falling — not gently, but like the heavens were trying to wash away some unspoken pain. The dark streets of Lahore echoed with silence as a white car slowly glided through them. Behind the wheel sat Zainab — calm-faced, tearless, but with a storm raging quietly inside her. Her lips parted only to whisper:
By Ameer Gull7 months ago in Humans
Solitude — The Story Within Silence
**Written by: [Rich Flower]** In an old, fading neighborhood of London stood a house once filled with laughter and love. That house was now a sanctuary of silence, home to two sisters — **Elena** and **Sophia**. After the sudden death of their parents in a tragic accident, their childhood turned to ash. The house that once held their dreams now held only echoes of the past.
By Ameer Gull7 months ago in Humans
