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 Lonely Moon and the Dancing Stars
The Moon was a creature of quiet grace and perfect order. She followed her path across the sky with a serene and constant rhythm, bathing the world below in a soft, silver light. But in her heart, she carried a quiet sorrow. She was lonely.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
When the Moon Forgot to Rise
It began with a silence. Not a sound silence, but a light silence. The long, blue twilight of the summer evening deepened, but the familiar, gentle silver that should have followed… didn't. The world waited. Crickets chirped. Fireflies blinked. But the eastern horizon remained a stark, empty black.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
A Boy Who Sent Wishes to the Moon
Leo was a boy who lived in a world that was often too loud and too fast. His parents were busy, his classmates were noisy, and the constant hum of the city was a blanket that smothered quiet thoughts. But Leo had a secret: he was friends with the Moon.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Moon Who Wanted to Shine Alone
Luna was beautiful, and she knew it. Every night, she would rise and cast a soft, silver light upon the sleeping world. Poets wrote verses about her, lovers met under her gaze, and travelers used her to find their way. But a deep, private sorrow lived in her heart.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
Project SoulLink
The chamber was called the "Chrysalis." Dr. Aris Thorne called it a cathedral. Lying on the bio-plinth next to her was Kael, her research partner and, for the last five years, her husband. Today, they would become the first human subjects of Project SoulLink.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Synthetic Garden
The air in the Eden Dome was perpetually spring. Dr. Aris Thorne walked her daily rounds, her footsteps silent on the polished path. Around her, the garden flourished in a symphony of engineered perfection. Sapphire-blue roses that never dropped a petal. Trees whose leaves shifted through a curated palette of sunset colours on a precise loop. Orchids that hummed a gentle, C-sharp melody to aid meditation. It was the pinnacle of botanical science, a haven of flawless beauty in a world where true wilderness was a toxic memory.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
Time Refugee
The world dissolved in a scream of tortured physics. One moment, Leo was in 1943, in a London buckling under the Blitz, the air thick with dust and the smell of cordite. The next, he was lying on a floor of cool, seamless light, the air silent and sterile. The experimental lab, the frantic last-ditch effort to save their best minds from the falling bombs, had worked. He had been their lead physicist. He was their first, and only, successful test.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Immortality Subscription
The ad was everywhere. “Aeterna Corp: Why Have an Expiration Date?” For a manageable monthly fee, the “Rejuvenation Stream” would flood your cells with nano-machines, repairing telomeres, purging toxins, and holding aging at bay. It wasn’t a one-time cure; it was a service. A subscription to immortality.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Last Library on Mars
The dust of Mars was a fine, red ghost that seeped into everything, but it never touched the heart of the Noctis Labyrinthus. There, deep within a canyon, was the Vault. Kaelen was its Librarian, the last in a line stretching back to the Exodus. His library did not hold books. It held souls.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
The Light Beyond Simulation
Elara was a god of a world that didn't exist. As the lead architect of the Aethel Simulation, she had crafted a paradise. Her city had no poverty, no crime, no suffering. The sun was always a gentle gold, the grass a perpetually vibrant green. The citizens, sophisticated AI known as Echoes, lived lives of curated contentment. It was a masterpiece of logic and order. And after five years living inside it to monitor its stability, it was slowly suffocating her.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
Memory For Sale
The shop was called "Echoes," and it existed in the quiet, grimy space between a broken dream and a desperate need. Its proprietor, a man named Silas, was a memory broker. In a world saturated with sensation but starved for meaning, his was the most lucrative, and most tragic, trade.
By Habibullah3 months ago in Fiction
