Maziku Shabani
Bio
I write quiet, emotional fiction about memory, grief, and the hidden pieces of ourselves we rediscover when life slows down. Searching for meaning in ordinary places and the untold stories people leave behind.
Stories (10)
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The Notes She Never Meant Me to See
I didn’t sleep well after finding the notebook. Not because it scared me, but because every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mother’s handwriting. I kept hearing her voice saying things I wish she’d said out loud while she was alive.
By Maziku Shabaniabout a month ago in Fiction
The Door I Didn’t Mean to Open
I had only been back in my mother’s house for two days when the quiet started getting under my skin. Old houses always have sounds: settling beams, groaning pipes, the occasional thud you try to rationalize as “probably nothing.” I grew up with those sounds. I should’ve felt comforted by them. But grief changes the meaning of familiar things. Suddenly, everything feels like it’s trying to tell you something you’re not ready to hear.
By Maziku Shabaniabout a month ago in Fiction
Shadows of Deceit
Criminal investigator Jack Donovan gazed at the downpour drenched cityscape through his office window. Riverside never rested, its neon-lit roads concealing endless mysteries. The telephone rang, breaking the quietness. It was Lieutenant Barnes with another case a high-profile murder.
By Maziku Shabani2 years ago in Criminal
The Oracle's Dilemma
In the heart of a bustling metropolis, nestled between towering skyscrapers and hidden in the shadows of neon lights, lies an enigmatic bookstore known only as "The Oracle's Attic." Its proprietor, a mysterious figure known simply as The Oracle, possesses a gift that transcends time and space: the ability to see glimpses of the future within the pages of ancient tomes.
By Maziku Shabani2 years ago in Fiction
The Harmony Test
In the year 2243, Neon signs bled crimson and emerald onto the rain-slick streets of Lower City. Anya Singh, her trench coat collar pulled high against the perpetual chill, navigated the throngs of bio-modded citizens. Their augmented eyes glowed with processed information, a stark contrast to Anya's unmodified ones. Tonight, she wasn't here to sell smuggled code, her usual trade. Tonight, she was on a mission driven by desperation.
By Maziku Shabani2 years ago in Fiction
The Echo Chamber
My name’s Abel, and for the most part, I've always found solace in the company of machines rather than people. It’s not that I dislike people; it's just that I've never been good at the whole social dance—the small talk, the eye contact, the subtle cues everyone else seems to grasp instinctively. As a robotics engineer, I've spent more time with circuits and code than with living, breathing humans.
By Maziku Shabani2 years ago in Fiction
Skinwalker Ranch: Are We Alone?
Deep in the Uintah Basin of Utah lies a place shrouded in legend and bewildering phenomena - Skinwalker Ranch. Our team of investigators ventured into this enigmatic location, hoping to shed light on the bizarre events that have plagued it for decades. What we encountered defied explanation and pushed the boundaries of scientific understanding.
By Maziku Shabani2 years ago in Fiction
The Redemption of Richard Doubledick
Gather around, for I have a tale to tell, a story of a broken man named Richard Doubledick. In the year 1799, with a heart as heavy as his limping steps, Richard arrived in Chatham, a soldier seeking not glory, but an end. Shame clung to him like a shroud, his past a locked box, the key lost in a sea of regret.
By Maziku Shabani2 years ago in Fiction
