Faisal Khan
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Hi! I'm [Faisal Khan], a young writer obsessed with exploring the wild and often painful landscape of the human heart. I believe that even the smallest moments hold the greatest drama.
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THE LORD OF THE DYNAMOS
James Holroyd was the chief attendant of the three dynamos that powered the electric railway at Camberwell. A practical electrician from Yorkshire, he was a rough, domineering man—fond of whisky, violent in temper, and proud of his knowledge. He mocked religion, believed only in machinery and profit, and treated those beneath him with cruelty.
By Faisal Khan4 days ago in Fiction
THE REMARKABLE CASE OF DAVIDSON'S EYES
I. — The transitory mental aberration of Sidney Davidson, remarkable enough in itself, is still more remarkable if Wade's explanation is to be credited. It sets one dreaming of the oddest possibilities of intercommunication in the future, of spending
By Faisal Khan6 days ago in Fiction
IN THE AVU OBSERVATORY
The observatory at Avu, in Borneo, stands on the spur of the mountain. To the north rises the old crater, black at night against the unfathomable blue of the sky. From the little circular building, with its mushroom dome, the slopes plunge steeply
By Faisal Khan6 days ago in Fiction
THE FLOWERING OF THE STRANGE ORCHID
The buying of orchids always has in it a certain speculative flavour. You have before you the brown shrivelled lump of tissue, and for the rest you must trust your judgment, or the auctioneer, or your good luck, as your taste may incline. The plant
By Faisal Khan14 days ago in Fiction
The Obstacle in Our Path. AI-Generated.
The Ironwood Bridge had been more than just a crossing; it was the artery of the valley. For a century, it had linked the industrious North Bank, where the factories and markets thrived, to the quiet South Bank, home to the farms, schools, and most of the town’s workforce. When the unprecedented spring flood tore the central span from its pylons, the bridge didn't just collapse—it fractured the town of Atheria, cutting off livelihoods and severing the connection between families.
By Faisal Khanabout a month ago in Motivation
Never Give Up. AI-Generated.
The wind on the coast of Maine was a harsh, unrelenting presence. It whipped at Elara’s face, carrying the sharp scent of salt and failure. For the past three years, this small, barren stretch of land, known locally as ‘The Ledge,’ had been her prison and her laboratory. Her goal: to build a self-sustaining, off-grid eco-home that could withstand the brutality of the Atlantic weather.
By Faisal Khanabout a month ago in Motivation
