Hasnainkhalid
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Chasing Midnight. Content Warning.
The alarm clock buzzed. Sharp. Relentless. Like every morning for as long as he could remember, Lucas Kane opened his eyes to the same peeling ceiling of his apartment. The dim light of 6:30 a.m. cast long shadows across the cracked walls, and for a moment, he felt the comforting illusion of normalcy. Then, as always, the dread seeped back in: midnight would come, and he would die. Again.
By Hasnainkhalid4 months ago in Motivation
The Secret Keeper’s Diary. AI-Generated.
When the parcel arrived, Emily almost didn’t recognize her mother’s handwriting. The return address was familiar, yet chillingly final: her mother, gone for two years, had somehow left her something more than memories. Inside, carefully wrapped in yellowed tissue paper, was an old leather-bound diary, its cover worn and cracked with age.
By Hasnainkhalid4 months ago in Humans
Echoes of a Broken Crown
The streets of Valemire were silent now. The bells had stopped ringing the day King Darius fell, and the air carried only whispers of relief and fear. His reign of iron and shadow had ended, yet even in freedom, the people did not celebrate. There was an emptiness where hope should have been.
By Hasnainkhalid4 months ago in History
Beneath the Crimson Sky
The rain fell like shards of glass across the scarred battlefield, turning the soil to mud and the air to a cold, choking mist. Captain Elara Voss of the northern army crouched behind a broken wall, her chest heaving as she scanned the field. Across the no-man’s land, a familiar silhouette moved with deadly precision. Her heart lurched—not in fear, but in recognition.
By Hasnainkhalid4 months ago in Fiction
When Time Stood Still
Dr. Arin Solas had spent years working on Project Chronos, a theoretical experiment designed to manipulate time on a microscopic scale. The goal was to slow time inside a particle accelerator—just enough to observe quantum reactions in ways never before possible. Every sleepless night, every scribbled equation, every failed trial had led to this moment.
By Hasnainkhalid4 months ago in Lifehack
Shadows of the Forgotten. AI-Generated.
The first nightmare came on a moonless night. Lena awoke gasping, her sheets damp with sweat. She had dreamed of a man chopping wood in the snow — a man she had never seen before — and then collapsing, clutching his chest. The sound of the axe dropping still rang in her ears, metallic and final.
By Hasnainkhalid4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Stroke
The gallery was silent, except for the ticking of the old clock on the far wall. Mira stood before her canvas, brush trembling in her hand. The painting was nearly finished — a storm of crimson, gold, and black swirling into the shape of an eye. It stared back at her, accusing, alive.
By Hasnainkhalid4 months ago in Art
"Whispers in the Kill Zone"
The jungle smelled like blood and rain. Elias Vance crouched in the mud, his rifle resting across his knees. The rescue team he was guiding — five soldiers barely old enough to shave — were restless behind him. He could feel their fear, taste it on the damp night air. The Kill Zone did that to people.
By Hasnainkhalid4 months ago in Horror
Echoes of Elegance
The old music hall stood at the end of a quiet cobblestone street, a relic of another age. Its doors were warped, its windows clouded, and ivy crept along its stone facade as though trying to reclaim it for the earth. But inside, if one was quiet enough, one could still hear something — a faint note, like the last echo of a song that refused to die.
By Hasnainkhalid4 months ago in Humans
The Kingdom Beyond the Veil. Content Warning.
The veil shimmered like mist over still water, rippling in the windless night. No one else could see it — not the villagers gathered at the edge of the meadow, not even the priest who clutched his charms and prayed under his breath. But Alira saw it, clear as moonlight on snow.
By Hasnainkhalid4 months ago in Art
