Kamran khan
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Kamran Khan: Storyteller and published author.
Writer | Dreamer | Published Author: Kamran Khan.
Kamran Khan: Crafting stories and sharing them with the world.
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“The Door That Wasn’t There Yesterday”
Lila Morgan first noticed the door on a Wednesday morning—the kind of gray, uneventful morning that should have been incapable of housing anything extraordinary. She was padding down the hallway of her grandmother’s old house, still half-asleep, intending only to grab a mug from the kitchen cabinet. But as she passed the linen closet, she stopped.
By Kamran khanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Map of Forgotten Stars
The stars had stopped speaking to Dr. Elara Vance a long time ago. Once, she had known every constellation like the back of her hand. She could name a thousand pinpricks of light without glancing at her charts. But ever since that night—the night the telescope dome burned, and her research with it—she hadn’t been able to look up without feeling the sting of ash in her eyes.
By Kamran khan2 months ago in Fiction
The Quietest Goodbye
I didn’t hear the door close. That’s what stayed with me the most. You’d think that after five years of sharing a home, your last sound together wouldn’t be something so... absent. I don’t even remember your last words. Something about groceries. Or the mail. Nothing about us.
By Kamran khan6 months ago in Motivation
The Man Who Sold Silence
In the heart of a neon-lit city where the air vibrated with the hum of electricity and the constant buzz of human chatter, lived a man named Eli Varrin. He wasn’t famous. He didn’t own a towering glass office or a million followers on the StreamNet. But he had something rarer than money, rarer than fame.
By Kamran khan6 months ago in Motivation
The House That Held Its Breath
The day after my father died, the house felt like it was holding its breath. Every room, every corner, every doorknob seemed paused in a long exhale that never came. I kept walking through the hallways, waiting for something to move—to creak, to rattle, to groan like it used to when he was alive.
By Kamran khan6 months ago in Fiction
A Love Lost and a Life Gained"
A few years ago, in the golden twilight of a peaceful village, two hearts quietly beat for each other—softly, secretly, and sincerely. My name is sher Khan, and this is the story of a love that once warmed my soul, the pain that shattered it, and the life that healed it again.
By Kamran khan6 months ago in Families
Beyond the Blackboard
Usman Ghani was a young, passionate teacher who walked the same path to the university every single day. With a leather bag slung over his shoulder and an air of quiet confidence, he greeted each sunrise with a smile. He taught English — not just as a subject, but as a language of dreams and possibilities.
By Kamran khan6 months ago in Education
The Last Lantern
The first time Lydia saw the lantern, she almost mistook it for the moon. It hung on the far edge of the meadow, beyond the worn wooden fence, glowing faintly against the dark. The strange thing was, it never flickered — not when the wind rose, not when the fog crept in, not when the stars themselves blinked out in the heavy clouds. It was steady. Patient. Waiting.
By Kamran khan6 months ago in Fiction
