M Ali

Joined May 2025

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The Way Her Coffee Tastes Like Home
The first time Ayaan saw her, she was dancing—badly, carelessly, and wonderfully—in the middle of a nearly empty café, trying to get the barista’s attention. She wore mismatched socks, an oversized beige sweater, and an unapologetic grin.
By M Ali7 months ago in Fiction
Love, With a Side of French Toast
The first time she made me breakfast, it was a disaster. Burnt toast. Cold scrambled eggs. Juice from a can that tasted like expired oranges. But she served it with a proud smile, like she was offering me a five-star meal, standing there in my oversized T-shirt with her hair in a messy bun and socks that didn’t match.
By M Ali7 months ago in Fiction
When We Learned to Dance in the Rain
It started with an umbrella. Not a grand gesture, not a slow-motion run through a train station or a fireworks finale. Just a borrowed umbrella on a Tuesday afternoon in spring.
By M Ali7 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Beneath the Willow
The sun was dipping low, casting a golden haze over the quiet park where Emma and Lucas often met. The willow tree by the pond stood tall and graceful, its long branches swaying gently in the warm evening breeze. It was their sanctuary — a place where time seemed to pause, allowing them to simply be.
By M Ali7 months ago in Fiction
When Summer Sounded Like You
I met you the summer everything turned golden. You had grass stains on your knees, a sunburn peeling on your shoulders, and music leaking from your headphones like it couldn’t bear to stay quiet. You walked like the world belonged to you and talked like every word mattered. I was seventeen, cautious, quiet. You were eighteen, chaotic, bright. A comet crashing into my slow orbit.
By M Ali7 months ago in Fiction
The Girl at the Window
The first time I saw her, she was framed by a dusty second-story window above the old bakery on Maple Street. I didn’t think much of it then—just a silhouette against soft yellow curtains, a girl maybe fifteen or sixteen, unmoving, watching the world roll by beneath her. Her window was half-cracked, like her presence was meant to be noticed but never questioned.
By M Ali7 months ago in Fiction
Beneath the Surface
Maya’s smile was her shield. Every morning, she painted it on with the precision of an artist, bright and convincing enough to fool everyone around her. At the bustling café where she worked, regular customers greeted her warmly, drawn not just by her skill with coffee but by the kindness in her eyes. To them, she was the sun in their routine, the person who made even a bad day bearable.
By M Ali7 months ago in Fiction
America’s Deadliest Crisis: The Drug Epidemic No One Talks About
In the land often dubbed "the home of the free," a silent epidemic continues to tighten its grip. Drug addiction—once a taboo, then a public health issue—is now a national crisis affecting millions of American lives across every age group, race, and socioeconomic class. Despite technological advancement, economic growth, and a wealth of resources, the United States finds itself entangled in a dangerous spiral of substance abuse.
By M Ali7 months ago in Education
Whispers Beneath the Floorboards
From the moment he could remember, Ethan Carter knew what silence felt like—not the peaceful kind, but the heavy, suffocating kind that fills a house with absence. He was only six when his parents died in a fire that gutted their home in the middle of the night. There had been no time for goodbyes, no time to hold on. Just smoke, screams, and the sudden silence that followed. After that, life didn’t pause for him. It simply pushed him forward, cold and unfeeling.
By M Ali8 months ago in Motivation
When Autumn Looked Like Her
Caleb first saw her when he was seven. She was the girl with tangled hair and a red crayon, drawing suns on the sidewalk like the sky had asked her personally. Her name was Eliana. He remembered because it sounded like a song he didn’t know the words to.
By M Ali8 months ago in Humans
She Lit a Candle, and the Shadows Answered
When Emily first returned to the crumbling house at the edge of Pine Hollow, she hadn’t planned to stay the night. It was supposed to be a quick visit—a final look at the place that haunted her dreams, the place she had avoided for fourteen long years. But fate, as always, had its own cruel sense of timing.
By M Ali8 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Slept with Shadows
They say childhood memories fade with time. But for sixteen-year-old Eli Morgan, the screams still echoed every time he closed his eyes. No matter how many years passed, no matter how far he moved from the house on Sycamore Street, he could never truly escape the shadows that once whispered his name.
By M Ali8 months ago in Horror