Mirhadi Tahsin
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Passionate writer from Bangladesh,crafting stories that explore love,loss,and human connections.Through heartfelt narratives I aim to inspire,evoke emotions,and leave lasting impressions.Join me on Vocal Media for tales that touch the soul.
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Beneath the Neon Sky
The city of Neo-Noctis never slept. Its skyline was a jagged silhouette of towering megastructures, bathed in the glow of neon signs and holographic advertisements. The air buzzed with the hum of drones, and the streets were alive with the chatter of augmented humans and androids. But for Kael, the city was a canvas.
By Mirhadi Tahsin10 months ago in Fiction
The Song of the Starless Sea
The world had been dark for as long as anyone could remember. The stars had vanished centuries ago, leaving the sky an endless void. The oceans, once teeming with life, had turned to ink—a vast, black expanse that reflected nothing but the emptiness above.
By Mirhadi Tahsin10 months ago in Fiction
The Alchemist's Daughter
The workshop was silent, save for the soft ticking of a clock and the occasional hiss of a cooling alembic. Elara stood in the doorway, her heart pounding as she surveyed the chaos. Her father’s workbench was overturned, glass vials shattered, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of spilled potions.
By Mirhadi Tahsin10 months ago in Fiction
The Musician Who Stole the Moon
The night the moon disappeared, the world fell into chaos. Lira sat on the rooftop of her crumbling cottage, her lute resting in her lap. She had been playing a melody she’d composed years ago, a song that once made flowers bloom and rivers dance. But now, her music felt hollow, as if the world itself had turned its back on her.
By Mirhadi Tahsin10 months ago in Fiction
The Carnival of Forgotten Dreams
The Carnival of Forgotten Dreams appeared without warning, its colorful tents and flickering lights materializing on the outskirts of town as if conjured from thin air. Mira had heard the stories, of course—tales of a magical carnival that granted second chances to those who had lost their way. But she had never believed them. Until now.
By Mirhadi Tahsin10 months ago in Fiction
The Drift King and the BMW M5
It was a crisp autumn afternoon, the kind where the air smells faintly of fallen leaves and the sky is a perfect shade of blue. The quiet suburban street was lined with trees, their golden leaves fluttering to the ground. But the tranquility was about to be shattered by the roar of an engine and the screech of tires.
By Mirhadi Tahsin10 months ago in Men
A House Full of Memories
The old house stood at the end of the quiet street, its wooden walls weathered by time, its windows clouded with dust and forgotten stories. Anika hesitated at the gate, her fingers brushing against the rusted iron bars. It had been twelve years since she last stepped foot here, yet everything felt painfully familiar.
By Mirhadi Tahsin11 months ago in Humans
The Words We Never Said
The rain tapped lightly against the café window, a soft rhythm that matched the unease in Ayan’s heart. He stirred his coffee absentmindedly, staring at the steam rising from the cup. Across from him, Mira sat in silence, her fingers curled around the rim of her own untouched drink.
By Mirhadi Tahsin11 months ago in Humans
The Dance We Never Had
The soft glow of chandeliers bathed the ballroom in golden light. Laughter and music blended into the background as elegantly dressed couples swayed across the polished floor. Asha stood at the edge of the room, her fingers tightening around the delicate stem of her champagne glass. She wasn’t supposed to be here—not in this city, not in this moment, not in his presence.
By Mirhadi Tahsin11 months ago in Humans
Marco: King of the Streets
The slums of Mumbai were a battlefield where only the ruthless survived. Marco knew this from the moment he took his first punch at ten years old. By fifteen, he was running errands for local gangsters. By twenty, he had made a name for himself. Now, at thirty, Marco ruled the streets like a king—but even kings weren’t untouchable.
By Mirhadi Tahsin11 months ago in Criminal
Whispers in the Fog
Mira arrived in Blackwood Bay just as the sun dipped below the horizon. The ocean stretched endlessly beyond the cliffs, a deep and restless void. The town itself was quiet, almost too quiet, save for the occasional cry of a gull. She had come here to escape—the noise of the city, the memories of her mother’s passing, the weight of a life she no longer recognized. But from the moment she stepped foot in Blackwood Bay, she felt something watching.
By Mirhadi Tahsin11 months ago in Horror
