Habibullah
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Storyteller of worlds seen & unseen ✨ From real-life moments to pure imagination, I share tales that spark thought, wonder, and smiles daily
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The Clockmaker’s Promise
Part 1: The Inheritance of Gears Elara’s grandfather died on a Tuesday. By Friday, she stood in his clock shop, "Chronos & Heart," breathing air thick with oil and loneliness. Hundreds of timepieces covered the walls—grandfather clocks sighing like tired giants, pocket watches humming in drawers, cuckoo clocks silent behind sealed doors.
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
The Tree That Grew Backward
The last time Maya saw her grandfather’s orchard alive, she was seven. Rows of pear trees stretched like disciplined soldiers, branches heavy with fruit he called "sunlight made solid." Now, twenty years later, she stood in the same spot, breathing air thick with decay.
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
Digital Dust
The data morgue smelled like ozone and loneliness. Maya adjusted her luminescent hazmat suit’s hood, the hiss of filtered air her only companion. Before her stretched Server Vault 7—miles of abandoned user profiles, decaying chat logs, and forgotten memories scheduled for permanent deletion. Her job: scrub digital graves clean.
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Sold Silence
The city of Veridia screamed. Car horns dueled beneath Arlo’s penthouse window. Subways groaned like wounded beasts. Neon signs buzzed like angry hornets. Even at 3 a.m., the relentless noise seeped through triple-paned glass, vibrating in his teeth. Arlo Thorne, Veridia’s most sought-after music producer, hadn’t slept without pills in two years. His latest platinum track—"Neon Pulse"—echoed the city’s frantic heartbeat, but inside, Arlo was drowning.
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror That Lied
Maya’s studio smelled of turpentine and defeat. Canvases leaned against exposed brick walls – half-finished cityscapes, abandoned portraits, experiments in styles she couldn’t master. Her last rejection letter from the Chelsea Gallery sat crumpled on the floor: “Technically proficient but lacks a distinctive voice.”
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
A Wallet Full of Time
Leo Chen measured his life in minutes. Not minutes lived—minutes billed. As a mergers & acquisitions analyst at Sterling & Grey, his value was calculated in six-minute increments, the smallest unit on the firm’s time-tracking software. 14-hour days bled into weekends. His fiancée, Maya, had left six months ago, telling him, "You’re selling time you don’t own, Leo." He hadn’t understood. Not then.
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
The Echo in the Mountain
Dr. Aris Thorne knew the Earth’s voice better than her own. Seismographs were her language tutors, translating the planet’s rumbles and groans into data points on her screens. Her work at GeoDyne Labs predicted earthquakes, saved lives, and earned accolades. It also gnawed at her nerves like tectonic plates grinding under pressure.
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
The Glacier Fox's Unseen Path
Kivi’s first mistake was chasing the snow hare. Her mother had warned her: "Storms ride on the backs of careless hunters." But the hare was plump, its tracks fresh, and Kivi’s belly growled louder than the gathering wind. She darted past the sacred stone markers—the ones etched with wolf teeth, warning "Beyond here, the ice forgets."
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
