hasnain khan

Joined July 2025

9 stories

Stories (9)

Filter by community

Sort by (Optional)

The Lost Umbrella. AI-Generated.
It was the kind of rainy Tuesday that made the city feel like it was shrinking. Umbrellas bobbed along the sidewalks like oversized mushrooms, and the sky was the color of dishwater. Maya didn’t mind the rain — she liked how it gave people permission to slow down, even if just a little.
By hasnain khan6 months ago in Critique
: The Forgotten Letter. AI-Generated.
Amira had always loved old things — dusty books, vintage teacups, cracked mirrors that reflected stories more than faces. Her tiny thrift store, tucked between a florist and a bakery on Maple Street, was a haven for forgotten treasures.
By hasnain khan6 months ago in Education
The Monkey and the Shark. AI-Generated.
Once upon a time, in a warm blue lagoon surrounded by a lush island forest, lived a clever monkey. He spent his days swinging from tree to tree, munching on ripe fruits, and teasing the waves with his reflection. The lagoon, deep and calm, was home to a sly old shark who always lurked beneath the surface, watching the monkey with hungry eyes.
By hasnain khan6 months ago in Feast
The Girl Who Collected Stars. AI-Generated.
When Nora was six, her father told her that every star in the sky was a wish waiting to be found. He would lift her onto his shoulders, point at the blinking lights above, and say, “One day, you’ll collect them all.”
By hasnain khan6 months ago in Earth
The Letter in the Attic. AI-Generated.
When Emma inherited her grandmother’s old farmhouse, she never expected it to come with mysteries. The place smelled of dust and faded memories, but she found comfort in the creaking floors and the overgrown garden. On her first night, she couldn’t sleep. The wind whispered through the cracks, and the old house felt alive.
By hasnain khan6 months ago in Art
The Last Letter. AI-Generated.
When Emma found the letter, it was hidden behind a stack of old books in her father’s dusty study. She hadn’t planned to search through his things so soon after the funeral, but grief makes us do strange things.
By hasnain khan6 months ago in Families
The Memory Shop. AI-Generated.
There’s a tiny shop tucked between the old record store and the laundromat on Maple Street. No sign, just a dusty window with an hourglass painted in fading gold. Most people pass by without noticing. But if you need it — truly need it — the door appears open when you walk by.
By hasnain khan6 months ago in Motivation
The Last Cup of Coffee. AI-Generated.
Mara always ordered the same thing: black coffee, splash of oat milk, extra cinnamon sprinkled on top. She’d sip it slowly by the window of the tiny café on Elm Street, pretending to read a book while watching the world spin by outside.
By hasnain khan6 months ago in Confessions
The Forgotten Key. AI-Generated.
Elena always believed there was magic hidden in ordinary things. Growing up in her grandmother’s creaky old house only fueled her imagination — every nook whispered secrets, and every shadow seemed to guard something precious. But after her grandmother passed away, the house sat abandoned for years, gathering dust and rumors in the small town where Elena grew up.
By hasnain khan6 months ago in Motivation