Khan584

Joined August 2025

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If a story is written and no one reads it, does it ever get told

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Neon Dreams
Neon Dreams In the year 2147, the city of Lumina shone brighter than the sun—or at least, it seemed so. Skyscrapers hummed with neon circuits, drones zipped between buildings delivering goods and news, and holographic advertisements flickered on every surface. But amid the artificial glow, there was a loneliness no machine could cure.
By Khan584 4 months ago in Fiction
Steps Into the Unknown
The night was thick with fog, curling through the narrow streets of the village like living fingers. Raina stood at the edge of the cobblestone bridge, staring at the dark river below, her heart pounding in rhythm with the wind. The festival lights behind her flickered weakly through the mist, distant and hollow. Everyone else had retreated to warmth and laughter, but she felt a pull toward the forest that bordered the village—a pull she could neither name nor resist.
By Khan584 4 months ago in Fiction
A Walk Past Midnight
The village feast had been loud, boisterous, and hollow in ways Clara could never quite explain. She had smiled, laughed when expected, and applauded the music like everyone else, but inside, her heart had felt heavier than the lantern she carried. Midnight had already passed, and while the others were stumbling home, voices slurred and eyes bleary, Clara felt an inexplicable pull toward the forest at the edge of the village.
By Khan584 4 months ago in Fiction
The Eternal Bride
My heart is steady, my love is true. No shame remains; You took it all. I hear Your whisper, I hear Your call. The world may mock, but I won’t fear.
By Khan584 4 months ago in Poets
The Day I Decided Not to Give Up
The Day I Decided Not to Give Up A story of hitting rock bottom, finding hope in the darkest hour, and rising stronger than ever.
By Khan584 4 months ago in Fiction
The Beginning at the Edge of the World
She had walked for what felt like hours through the thinning fog, the lantern in her hand flickering like a heartbeat, threatening to die with every gust of damp wind. Her boots sank into the mossy ground, and more than once she stumbled, scraping her palms against jagged roots. Every step felt heavier than the last, but something beyond exhaustion kept her moving forward.
By Khan584 5 months ago in History
Ghalib in the Digital Age: Imagining a Poet on Social Media
Title: Ghalib in the Digital Age: Imagining a Poet on Social Media Subtitle: When the Heart Meets the Screen: Bringing 19th-Century Urdu Poetry into the Modern World
By Khan584 5 months ago in Critique
The Trader’s Journey – Spoken Style
The Trader’s Journey – Spoken Style Let me tell you a story. A story about a young man named Adeel. It was the summer of 2008, in Karachi. The air was hot, heavy, and still. Adeel sat in his small apartment, staring at an old computer screen. Candlestick charts flickered in front of him—red and green, rising and falling like waves.
By Khan584 5 months ago in Trader
The Garden of Choices
In a quaint town surrounded by lush hills and winding rivers, lived a young woman named Zara. From a young age, she was known for her curiosity, her dreams bigger than the town itself, and a restless spirit that constantly sought something more. Yet, for all her ambition, Zara struggled with the consequences of her choices. Every decision seemed overwhelming, and every mistake felt like a personal failure.
By Khan584 5 months ago in Lifehack
Moments Between Answers
Moments Between Answers The air in the small waiting room felt heavier than it should have. A dozen chairs lined the walls, most of them filled with nervous candidates pretending to be calm. Some scrolled endlessly through their phones, others glanced at their resumes as if the words might change at the last second.
By Khan584 5 months ago in Humans
Vast Dreams, Distant Stars
Vast Dreams, Distant Stars --- Prologue – The Boy Who Looked Up The night sky above Earth had always been a canvas of wonder for Arian. As a child, he would lie on the roof of his parents’ modest home, counting constellations until his eyes blurred. To him, the stars were not just distant fires—they were promises. Each shimmer whispered: There is more beyond this world. There is more beyond your limits.
By Khan584 5 months ago in Motivation
The Fire Within. Content Warning.
The Fire Within “Sometimes the brightest flames are born from the darkest nights.” --- Chapter One: The Weight of Silence
By Khan584 5 months ago in Motivation