Digital Home Library by Masud Rana
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Digital Home Library | History Writer 📚✍️
Passionate about uncovering the past and sharing historical insights through engaging stories. Exploring history, culture, and knowledge in the digital age. Join me on a journey through #History
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The Bench by the River
On the edge of a sleepy town, nestled beside a winding river, there stood an old bench made of oak wood. Weather-beaten and creaky, it had stood there for decades, watching the river change with the seasons. Every evening, just before sunset, a man named Haroon would come and sit quietly, like a ritual.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana9 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern Keeper
Sometimes, the brightest light is carried by the one who walks through the darkest path. The town of Windmere was like any other—a quiet place where everyone knew your name, and secrets didn’t last long. But there was one secret that lived in plain sight.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana9 months ago in Fiction
The Stellar Librarian
Prologue: The Song of Sand and Stars Every child in Karakum knew the legend: beneath the singing dunes lay a vault of celestial truths, guarded by a librarian who traded his heartbeat for eternity. Dr. Elara Voss had dismissed it as folklore—until her mentor, Dr. Ignatius Hale, vanished in the desert with a journal entry that read: They were right. The stars are alive, and they’re hungry.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana9 months ago in Fiction
The Crow-Kissed Fool
Prologue: The Calculus of Madness In Narsingdi, madness was measured in crows. A man who talked to goats? Two crows. A widow who washed her husband’s ghost in turmeric water? Four. But Rafiq Miah—the bokaa who danced in monsoon rains with a dead rooster tied to his wrist—had thirty-seven crows at last count. The village said Allah had swapped his aql with a jackal’s. Only the crows knew the truth: Rafiq’s madness was a language. And they were fluent.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana9 months ago in Fiction
The Chronophage Cache
Prologue: The Whisper in the Permafrost In 1972, Soviet drillers in Siberia fled their rig after pulling up a core sample that screamed. In 2007, Canadian miners discovered a 400-million-year-old hammer made of alloy no modern lab could replicate. But the true Pandora’s box opened in 2023, when the Kola-13 superdeep borehole struck the Door.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana9 months ago in Fiction
Mawya’s Tide
Prologue: The Bone Flute Long before partition, before maps, there was the Mawya—the living breath of the Sundarbans. Fisherfolk say it sleeps in the mangrove roots, exhaling through tiger lungs and tidal blood. But when the shrimp farms came, steel cages devouring the brackish creeks, the Mawya began to choke.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana9 months ago in Fiction
The Last Dusk riders
Prologue: The Fractured Moon They say the moon shattered the day we lied to the sun. A thousand years ago, the Sun smiths of Ahriyat forged a pact: Burn bright, and we will feed you stories of joy. But joy grew scarce. Wars salted the earth. Grief thickened the air. The sun, starved and bitter, began to dim. Desperate, the Sun smiths fed it a new tale—a lie about eternal devotion. The sun burned brighter, but its light grew cruel, peeling skin from bones. When the truth surfaced, the sun cracked the moon in retaliation, and the First Shadows crawled from its wounds.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana9 months ago in Fiction
Nasib’s Thread
Chapter 1: The Clockmaker’s Daughter Nasib Al-Mirri’s name was a blade wrapped in silk— fate in her mother’s tongue, a jest in the Clockwork City’s shadowed alleys. Careful, or Nasib’ll stitch your destiny! gondoliers crowed as she navigated the canals, their laughter bouncing off bioluminescent lanterns that pulsed like jellyfish in the brackish water. She ignored them, her arms laden with bolts of fabric dyed in stolen starlight, a commodity as fleeting as her mother’s legacy.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana9 months ago in Fiction
The Village That Built Itself
THE VILLAGE THAT BUILT ITSELF The cyclone had a name: Rashmi. The villagers called it Kalbaisakhi—the dark storm of spring. It arrived uninvited, howling through the night, tearing thatch from roofs, uprooting century-old banyans, and swallowing the embankments that held the river at bay. By dawn, Naila’s hometown of Shundorpur was a skeleton. Houses slumped like broken birds. Rice paddies drowned under a sea of silt. The air smelled of wet rot and despair.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana9 months ago in Fiction
The Chains of Echo Hollow
Chapter 1: The Weight of Inheritance Evelyn Marlowe hadn’t set foot in Echo Hollow in seventeen years. The town clung to the Appalachian foothills like a secret, its streets lined with sagging clapboard houses and oak trees bent into arthritic shapes. She’d sworn never to return after her mother’s funeral, but death had a way of rewriting vows. Her father’s lawyer had called it a sudden accident. The townsfolk called it poetic.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana9 months ago in Horror
The Echoes Beneath Hollow Hill
Chapter 1: The Girl in the Walls The smell hit Lila first—a cloying sweetness, like rotting peaches. She pressed her sleeve to her nose and aimed her flashlight at the jagged hole in the theater’s backstage wall. The beam trembled in her grip.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana9 months ago in Fiction
