Atiqbuddy

Joined August 2025

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"Storyteller at heart, exploring life through words. From real moments to fictional worlds — every piece has a voice. Let’s journey together, one story at a time."

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The Forgotten Room
For as long as Mara could remember, the room at the end of the hall had been off-limits. Her mother never locked it, but she might as well have chained the door in iron. It was a rule spoken only once—“We don’t go in there”—and never discussed again. Children have a way of accepting the mysterious borders adults draw around certain places; Mara grew up treating the door like part of the architecture, something solid and quiet and unimportant. A blank piece of the house.
By Atiqbuddyabout a month ago in Fiction
Letters I Never Got
I never had a letter waiting in the mailbox— only a classmate who borrowed my notes, laughed at my quietness, and traded me for louder friends.
By Atiqbuddy2 months ago in Poets
When Trust Turns Venom
There’s something sacred about loyalty. It’s one of those quiet values that makes human connection feel safe. Whether it comes from family, friends, or partners, loyalty has a warmth that can’t be bought or faked. It’s the invisible thread that holds relationships together — the reason we trust, relax, and believe.
By Atiqbuddy3 months ago in Confessions
The Gentle Fire Beneath the Heart
Inside each tender soul, there sleeps a spark so small, that wakes with every wonder their bright young eyes recall. A gentle word can feed it, can make its shimmer grow,
By Atiqbuddy3 months ago in Poets
The Corridors Beyond the Mirror
The air flickers— not a theater, not an audience, just the soft hum of a bulb caught between life and death. Light ripples across an invisible floor.
By Atiqbuddy3 months ago in Humans
Alright
"I'm alright," I insist, "how’ve you been these days?" And already, I’m drifting — lost in a daze. But I smile, and I nod, keep my laughter rehearsed,
By Atiqbuddy3 months ago in Poets
Liana and Grace
Liana and Grace were as different as dusk and dawn. If one favored deep blue, the other lived in soft gold. Both were resolute women—warm, strong, and unyielding. Liana occupied the upper floor of a quiet brownstone on Willow Street, in the small neighborhood of Oakridge, Chicago. Grace lived on the level below—between the ground and the middle of the house.
By Atiqbuddy3 months ago in Fiction
Paper Faces
Light in the sleepless hours is tissue-thin— a bandage laid upon an old, invisible wound. The pain itself has long forgotten
By Atiqbuddy3 months ago in Poets
Paper Faces
Light in the sleepless hours is tissue-thin— a bandage laid upon an old, invisible wound. The pain itself has long forgotten
By Atiqbuddy3 months ago in Poets
Echoes of Ash
History Inscribed not by the conquerors, But by those who refused to vanish. My archive of embers Glows with untold truths.
By Atiqbuddy3 months ago in Poets
Who’s at the Window?
My aunt once told me she never liked dogs because they demanded too much attention. “They always need something,” she’d say. But I don’t think she ever met every dog. Some do bark for company, sure—but not Bruno. He was a small brown mass of gentleness, patience, and quiet understanding. This story is about him—how he found me one cold, misty Sunday morning in November, and how that day began to piece my life back together.
By Atiqbuddy3 months ago in Fiction
Maybe I Still See Stars Falling
Reflections on Wonder and the Weight of Time When I was little, I used to lie on the grass after dark and stare up at the sky until it blurred. Every glimmering speck felt alive—each one a spark that might fall toward me if I wished hard enough. The night was a stage, and I believed the stars danced just for me. When planes passed overhead, their blinking lights were comets on secret missions, their hum a message I almost understood.
By Atiqbuddy3 months ago in Writers

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The Forgotten Room

Letters I Never Got

When Trust Turns Venom

The Gentle Fire Beneath the Heart

The Corridors Beyond the Mirror

Alright

Liana and Grace

Paper Faces

Paper Faces

Echoes of Ash

Who’s at the Window?

Maybe I Still See Stars Falling

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