Bilal Ahmad
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Echoes in the Fog
The town of Drellings Hollow had one rule: never go out when the fog rolls in. It was the kind of fog that crept in like a secret. Thick, pale, and unnaturally quiet. It swallowed sound, blurred sight, and chilled the spine. The townspeople would bolt their doors, pull their children close, and light a single candle in every window—as tradition dictated. No one remembered why. Only that they must.
By Bilal Ahmad7 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger in Apartment 6B
The Stranger in Apartment 6B Some knocks should never be answered. It started with a knock at 2:17 a.m. Mara didn’t move. Living alone in a creaky, aging apartment building in the city had taught her one thing: don’t open the door after midnight. Nothing good ever came of it.
By Bilal Ahmad7 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Secret
In the forgotten town of Marrow’s End, time moved a little differently. It wasn’t that the clocks were wrong—on the contrary, they were all precisely synchronized, from the towering grandfather clocks in dusty parlors to the delicate wristwatches passed down through generations. Every tick was uniform. Every tock echoed the same quiet rhythm. But for all its precision, Marrow’s End felt... still, as if time itself had been persuaded to slow down.
By Bilal Ahmad7 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Behind the Locked Door
When Emily Ward’s parents inherited the crumbling Elmridge House, she thought it was a joke. The place was straight out of a horror movie — vines crawling up the brick walls, windows half-smashed, and a silence that pressed in from all sides. No Wi-Fi, no neighbors for miles. Just them and the creaking of wooden floors under decades of dust.
By Bilal Ahmad7 months ago in Fiction
The Window on Maple Street
Every morning, Mrs. Ada Clay sat by the bay window of her weathered house on Maple Street, a cup of black coffee in hand, her pale blue eyes fixed on the quiet road. To the townspeople, she was just an old woman with a lost past and a haunted heart. The window had become her ritual, her confessional, and her prison.
By Bilal Ahmad7 months ago in Families
The Last Letter from Grandmother’s Desk
had always thought of my grandmother’s attic as a kind of sacred space. Not because it was particularly beautiful—if anything, it was cluttered and smelled faintly of old wood and mothballs—but because it belonged to her. A lifetime of stories and secrets lived in that attic, and most of them were stored inside an old, creaky wooden desk tucked under the window.
By Bilal Ahmad7 months ago in Fiction
The Light in the Attic
Elena had never been afraid of the dark, but she was afraid of the attic. It wasn’t the creaking stairs or the cobwebs that made her uneasy. It was the sense that the attic was waiting for her, holding its breath. When she was younger, her grandmother would warn her: “Don’t go up there alone, Lena. Some doors open only for those who are ready.”
By Bilal Ahmad7 months ago in Fiction
"The New Age of Wealth: How People Are Getting Rich in Today’s World"
In today’s fast-paced and interconnected global economy, people are achieving financial success in a multitude of ways that were previously unimaginable. While traditional paths to wealth—such as climbing the corporate ladder, becoming a doctor or lawyer, or inheriting family money—still exist, the digital age has introduced new and dynamic avenues to wealth. From entrepreneurship and investing to content creation and technology, the landscape of wealth creation is changing rapidly. This essay explores the diverse and evolving ways people are getting rich in the modern world.
By Bilal Ahmad7 months ago in Motivation
“The Human Touch in a Digital World: Why Emotion Still Matters in the Age of AI”
We live in an era where machines can paint like Picasso, write like Hemingway, and even mimic empathy in customer service calls. Artificial Intelligence (AI) is no longer science fiction — it’s part of our daily lives. From recommending what we should watch next to diagnosing illnesses, AI is reshaping how we work, connect, and exist. Yet, amid all this technological sophistication, there’s a growing question: What does it mean to be human when machines can do so much?
By Bilal Ahmad7 months ago in Futurism
