faisal Khan
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The Elevator That Only Goes to Memories
Jared had no reason to enter the abandoned apartment building on 43rd Street. It had stood like a crooked skeleton against the city skyline for years — condemned, forgotten, the kind of place even graffiti gave up on. But something drew him in that night. Maybe it was the dream he kept having: the flicker of elevator lights, the hiss of cables, the whisper of something he couldn’t remember.
By faisal Khan7 months ago in Humans
The Gift Of The Magi
Theiftfheagi It was Christmas Eve, and the small apartment was dimly lit, the only sound the soft ticking of the clock on the mantle. Della sat on the couch, her long, beautiful hair cascading down her back like a rich, brown waterfall. She stared at the small, worn wallet on the coffee table, her eyes welling up with tears. She had only $1.87 to buy Jim, her husband, a Christmas present.
By faisal Khan7 months ago in Humans
The Midnight Library
tle In the quiet hours between midnight and dawn, where regrets whisper loudest, Ethan found himself standing before an imposing oak door, its surface etched with constellations he didn’t recognize. The air hummed with the scent of aged paper and inevitability. Pushing it open, he stepped into a library boundless as the cosmos, shelves spiraling into shadows, each holding leather-bound volumes glowing with faint, golden light.
By faisal Khan10 months ago in BookClub
