Faisal Zucker
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Light at the Edge of Dusk
The evening sky turned orange as Arman walked toward the small rented house where he lived with his mother and younger siblings. His school uniform was worn, his bag heavy with books and a few crumpled bills from his part-time job. He took a deep breath before stepping inside.
By Faisal Zucker 12 months ago in Fiction
The Ghost in the Code
Prologue: In a world controlled by data and networks, there was a young man who lived in the shadows of the system. He had no widely known name, only an alias whispered in secret forums. To the government, he was a threat. To corporations, he was a nightmare.
By Faisal Zucker 12 months ago in Poets
The Chronicles of Lost Key (Chapter 6)
The golden light from the lantern gradually settled, bathing the Forgotten Vale in a warm glow. The fragments of memories that had once floated aimlessly were now drawn toward the light, forming intricate patterns in the air. Alina, Mr. Elian, and Mr. Mufid stood in awe as the realm around them seemed to shift, revealing a hidden path ahead one lined with flickering echoes of the past.
By Faisal Zucker 12 months ago in Chapters
Beyond the Horizon With Dreams
They called him foolish, lost in the sky, A dreamer with stars reflecting his eyes. They told him to settle, to stand in the line, But his heart beat to a different time. . He walked alone where few had tread, With visions of mountains high in his head. Through storm and shadow, through night so long, He kept moving forward, steady and strong. . Each failure whispered, “Turn back, give in,” Yet he saw them as doors, waiting within. He built his wings from lessons and pain, And soared through struggles, dancing in rain. . The world once laughed, now speaks his name, For he turned his trials into flames. He proved that dreams, though far and wide, Are real to those who dare to stride. . So if you wander, lost and unsure, With dreams too big, too vast, too pure, Remember this the path is steep, But only dreamers touch the peaks.
By Faisal Zucker 12 months ago in Poets
The Chronicles of Lost Key (Chapter 5)
Alina stood outside Mr. Elian’s shop as dawn began to break over the horizon. The soft glow of morning painted the cobblestone streets in hues of gold and amber. She clutched the golden key tightly, its warmth a quiet reassurance that she was heading in the right direction.
By Faisal Zucker 12 months ago in Chapters
The Chronicles of Lost Key (Chapter 3)
The theater was eerily quiet as Alina held the golden key in her trembling hands. Its intricate design glimmered faintly in the dim light, as though it carried a life of its own. Mr. Mufid stood beside her, his gaze fixed on the key, his expression a mix of curiosity and knowing.
By Faisal Zucker 12 months ago in Chapters
Doors Yet to Open
Behind every door, a story lies still, Waiting for courage, waiting for will. A creak in the hinge, a whisper of time, Invites the soul to cross the line. . Keys in hand, yet hearts still hesitate, Fearing what lingers beyond the gate. But every shadow hides a spark, A light unseen within the dark. . The past is not a place to fear, It’s a mirror that brings us near— To faces forgotten, to love unspoken, To promises made but never broken. . Each door we open, each step we take, Is a choice to heal, not just to break. For the paths once closed, the words once sealed, Hold truths the heart must slowly yield. . So turn the key and walk inside, Embrace the echoes, no need to hide. For every door is a chance to find, The lost fragments of a restless mind. . Let the journey be what it must, A bridge of light built on trust. And as you stand where paths begin, Find strength within to let life in
By Faisal Zucker 12 months ago in Poets
Keys of the Forgotten
In the quiet corners where shadows lie, Where echoes linger and memories sigh, There rests a key, both golden and worn, A keeper of truths we thought forlorn. . Each turn unlocks a story untold, A fragment of love, a treasure of old. It whispers of laughter, of tears once shed, Of voices long silent, and paths once tread. . The past is a puzzle, with pieces we seek, A melody soft, a voice that speaks. Not to haunt, but to gently remind, That what’s forgotten is never confined. . The keys we find are more than steel, They open wounds, they help us heal. They guide us back to where we began, To places and faces that shaped who we am. . So when you stumble upon a door, And wonder what it was made for, Have courage to turn, to step inside, For the truths we hide are truths that guide. . In every key, a spark remains, A bridge to joy, a balm for pain. Hold it tight, let its story be known, For the lost are found when the key is shown.
By Faisal Zucker 12 months ago in Poets
The Chronicles of Lost Key Chapter 2 - Echoes in the Wind
Alina stood in front of her modest antique shop, the faint hum of forgotten sounds still reverberating in her mind. It had been a week since she last found a jar containing the echoes of a distant past. The memory of that hauntingly familiar melody lingered, a song that carried pieces of her own history.
By Faisal Zucker 12 months ago in Chapters
