Jibran Khan

Joined July 2025

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The Last Letter I Didn’t Send
I never meant to keep that letter. It was just an impulse—written in the restless hours of a sleepless night during college, hidden in the pocket of a coat I haven’t worn since graduation. Three years later, I found it—and realized how much I’d been carrying without knowing.
By Jibran Khan6 months ago in Fiction
The Weight of the Sky
The rain didn’t stop the day their father died. It had been pouring since dawn, as if the sky itself couldn’t hold back its tears. For brothers Arjun and Veer, that day marked the end of their childhood, though they were only 19 and 14.
By Jibran Khan6 months ago in Motivation
The Last Lantern
Chapter One: Ash and Glow The village of Duskwood never knew daylight. Long ago, before the sky burned out and the world was swallowed in eternal twilight, people thrived under the sun. But now, only the rich could afford the flicker of artificial light, stored in glass orbs called Lumen Spheres, harvested by rare Seekers who ventured into the outer wastelands. For the rest, life was lived in shadows.
By Jibran Khan6 months ago in Chapters
I Died Last Night
In the quiet darkness of the night, Aisha felt like she'd died. Not in body, but in the emotional landscape of her heart. She lay in her room, surrounded by shadows, thinking of him - the one whose arms were now "bereft of bloom". The walls of her room seemed to close in on her, amplifying the silence that had grown between them like a living thing.
By Jibran Khan6 months ago in Horror
The Last Mile
The wind whispered through the quiet countryside as 12-year-old Arjun pedaled alongside his father, Raghav, on their old bicycles. It was a ritual they had kept since Arjun was six—weekend morning rides through the hills, followed by tea at their favorite roadside stall. But this morning felt different. Raghav was slower than usual, pausing more frequently, though he tried to hide it behind his warm, ever-encouraging smile.
By Jibran Khan6 months ago in Motivation
The Weight He Carried
The village was quiet now. What had once echoed with gunfire and shouted commands was now still, its dust settling in the corners of broken buildings and shattered windows. In the middle of what remained stood a soldier, silent, motionless, staring at a torn photo in his hand.
By Jibran Khan6 months ago in Men