Habibullah
Bio
Storyteller of worlds seen & unseen ✨ From real-life moments to pure imagination, I share tales that spark thought, wonder, and smiles daily
Stories (141)
Filter by community
The Invisible Friend
The Invisible Friend My grandmother, Mae, was the town eccentric. While other widows played bridge or gardened, she held elaborate tea parties on her sun-drenched porch for one. There were always two china cups, two slices of lemon cake, and two chairs. She’d chat amiably with the empty air, her laughter tinkling like wind chimes. The town smiled indulgently. “Poor old Mae and her invisible friend,” they’d say.
By Habibullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Cloud That Refused to Rain
The Cloud That Refused to Rain In the town of Sunscorch, the sun was a tyrant. It ruled the cracked, brown earth from a relentless blue sky, bleaching the color from the world and the hope from the people’s hearts. The rivers were bone-dry scars on the landscape, and the crops were brittle ghosts of what they once were. The people moved slowly, their voices raspy whispers, conserving every drop of moisture.
By Habibullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Broken Umbrella
Part 1: The Inheritance of Broken Things The umbrella was the ugliest thing Elara had ever seen. It was buried in her grandmother’s attic under a mountain of heartache, its canvas faded to the color of dust, its ribs twisted, and its tip rusted into a blunt spear.
By Habibullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Painter’s Last Color
Part 1: The Color of Silence The world knew my grandfather, Silas Vance, for his colors. His "Vance Ultramarine" was said to capture the exact moment before dawn breaks. His "Heart's Crimson" pulsed with a life of its own. Critics wept before his paintings, claiming they felt the artist’s very soul.
By Habibullah5 months ago in Fiction
