Digital Home Library by Masud Rana
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Digital Home Library | History Writer đâď¸
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 Veil Beyond the Road
The road stretched before them like a forgotten ribbon, vanishing into the endless embrace of towering evergreens. The trees swayed in the late afternoon breeze, whispering secrets only the wind could understand. Inside their battered but loyal van, music pulsed in time with their laughter, four friends drinking in the electric thrill of the unknown.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana10 months ago in Fiction
The Phantom Plague of Old Salem
Professor Eleanor Vance, a historian with a healthy dose of skepticism towards the supernatural, adjusted her glasses as she surveyed the imposing silhouette of the Cranbrook Asylum against the twilight sky. Its darkened windows stared out like vacant eyes, and the air around it hummed with an unsettling stillness that even the crickets seemed to avoid.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana10 months ago in Horror
The Whispering Shells of Waikiki
The salt-laced air of Waikiki had always felt like coming home to Leilani. Even after years spent chasing dreams on the mainland, the familiar scent of plumeria and the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore pulled her back with an invisible tide. This time, however, the homecoming was bittersweet. The vibrant hues of the setting sun painting the sky in shades of mango and rose felt muted, mirroring the quiet ache in her heart.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana10 months ago in Art
Sky High Dreams
In the heart of the bustling metropolis of Mumbai, amidst the towering skyscrapers and the ceaseless hum of urban life, resided a young woman named Avani. With her heart brimming with dreams and her eyes sparkling with ambition, she was a beacon of hope in the concrete jungle. Avani had always been fascinated by the sky, its boundless expanse and the promise of new horizons it held. And so, she set her sights on becoming a flight attendant, a profession that would allow her to touch the sky and explore the world.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana10 months ago in Humans
The Story of Bengalâs Seasons: Life Touched by Six Rhythms
Chapter 1: The Scorching Smile of Summer My name is MrinÄl. My parents call me MrinÄl. We live in a small village in Netrokona. My earliest memory is of a summer afternoonâsunlight piercing through our hut, riding my fatherâs shoulders to pluck mangoes, and sipping cold bel sherbet made by my mother. Summer in our village smells of Amrapali, Langra, and Hari Bhanga mangoes. But this season isnât just sweet nectar. A year ago, when I was in sixth grade, a brutal heatwave dried up our pond. Our cows nearly died of thirst. Thatâs when Grandfather told me, Summer is natureâs test. Only those who endure reap the harvest in monsoon.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana10 months ago in Fiction
The Fault in Time
Chapter 1: The Tremor It started as a gentle murmur beneath the earth, a whisper no one paid attention to. The city of Eldoria, known for its modern skyscrapers and technological advancements, was unprepared for what came next. At precisely 3:45 PM, the whisper turned into a roar, and the ground convulsed violently. Buildings wavered like trees in a storm, roads cracked open, and chaos swallowed the streets.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana10 months ago in History
This Story Is on the Way to Paradise
Prologue: The Map of Nowhere The map was not a map. At least, not in the traditional sense. It had no roads, no landmarks, no compass rose pointing north. Instead, it was a tapestry of symbols: a crescent moon weeping ink, a serpent swallowing its tail, and a single word stitched in gold threadâ*Paradisum*. Elara traced the embroidery with her thumb, her fatherâs final gift before he vanished. He had whispered, *âFollow the ache in your bones, not the stars,â* as he pressed it into her hands. That was three years ago. Now, at nineteen, she stood at the edge of the Shifting Sands, the map clutched to her chest, wondering if the stories were true.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana10 months ago in Fiction
The World of Three Zeros
The world had changed. Not in the way anyone had expected, not through war, famine, or some apocalyptic event, but through a quiet, yet all-encompassing transformation. It began with an inexplicable phenomenonâone that erased three fundamental aspects of human society. No one could recall precisely when it happened, only that one day, the world awoke, and everything was different.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana10 months ago in Fiction
THE CHRONESTHESIA CAFE
1. The Door That Wasnât There Yesterday Clara hadnât meant to find the cafĂŠ. Sheâd been trudging home from Leoâs grave, boots scuffing frost-cracked pavement, when the alley snared herâa gash of gold between brick buildings, glowing like a wound. At its end loomed a door, black as a widowâs gloves, its brass handle coiled into an hourglass. The sign above bled fresh-painted letters:
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana10 months ago in Fiction
The Forgotten Passenger
The year was 1910, and the city of Calcutta pulsed with life. The air was thick with the scent of burning coal and the distant aroma of street vendors selling chai and fried snacks. The streets, a chaotic blend of horse-drawn carriages, rickshaws, and the occasional automobile, bustled with people moving about their daily routines. The imposing façade of Howrah Station loomed over the riverbanks, its iron and stone structure standing as a gateway between past and future, tradition and modernity.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana10 months ago in Horror
A Shattered Life: Painted in the Blue of Pain
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the cacophony of life, resided a soul named Eleanor. Once vibrant and full of life, her spirit was now a canvas painted in shades of blue, a somber reflection of the pain that had seeped into her being.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana10 months ago in History
Vow of the Voidspire
In the shadow of Mount Vyrthas, where the sky bled crimson at dusk, the Unsacshece were born not of flesh, but of betrayal. Once, they were the Sacrosanctâholy warriors sworn to protect the theocracy of Illysium. But when the High Pontiff declared their sacred oaths âtaintedâ by a lie, they were branded heretics, stripped of their titles, and hunted like beasts. Their name became a curse: Unsacsheceâthe Unhallowed.
By Digital Home Library by Masud Rana10 months ago in History
