Muhammad Azeemullah
Bio
Stories (37)
Filter by community
"How to Get Kids to Love Reading":
How to Get Kids to Love Reading: A Journey into the World of Books It was a quiet Saturday morning in the Parker household. The sun streamed through the window, casting a warm glow across the living room, where the family was gathered. Dad was sipping his coffee, and Mom was sorting through the mail. Their son, Ethan, was sitting on the couch, staring blankly at the TV.
By Muhammad Azeemullah8 months ago in Families
"Tickle Your Funny Bone: Jokes That Never Fail"
Very Funny Jokes: A Laugh-Filled Journey Chapter One: The Breakfast Banter It was a typical Saturday morning at the Mitchell household. Dad, as usual, was making pancakes, and the aroma filled the kitchen. Little Tommy walked in, rubbing his eyes.
By Muhammad Azeemullah8 months ago in Humor
"Pocketful of Dad Jokes: Always Ready for a Laugh"
Chapter One: The Origins of Dad Humor It all started in a small suburban neighborhood, where a legendary figure known only as Dad lived. Dad wasn’t just any father—he was a Dad Joke Master, a purveyor of puns, a champion of cheesy one-liners.
By Muhammad Azeemullah8 months ago in Humor
"Dreams of Snow and Stardust"
Winter Dreams: The Icy Pursuit of a Dream Chapter One: The Frosty Beginning Ethan Walker stood at the edge of Lake Crystal, his breath forming fleeting clouds in the crisp winter air. The frozen surface gleamed under the early morning light, capturing the reflection of snow-laden trees and the distant mountains. The lake was a perfect, unbroken sheet of ice, but Ethan knew better. Beneath the serene surface lurked cracks and air pockets, ready to break with a single misstep.
By Muhammad Azeemullah8 months ago in Chapters
"Fragments of Farewell"
A Death in the Family: Finding Life After Loss Chapter One: The Phone Call It was a rainy evening when Emily’s phone rang. She was sitting at the small dining table in her apartment, a cup of lukewarm tea in her hands, staring out at the blurred cityscape. The phone’s ring cut through the silence, and a sudden chill crept up her spine.
By Muhammad Azeemullah8 months ago in Fiction
"Beauty’s Secret"
The Beast’s Heart Chapter One: The Curse of the Heartless In the heart of the kingdom of Rosethorn, there was a great palace that stood atop a hill, towering over the small village below. The palace was known for its grand halls, its towering spires, and its beautiful gardens. But none of these splendorous features mattered when compared to the dark legend that surrounded it. The castle had been abandoned for many years, and the villagers whispered that it was cursed.
By Muhammad Azeemullah8 months ago in Fiction
"Tall Tales and Tickles: Folklore with a Twist"
Folk-Tales Joke: The Trickster’s Tale Chapter One: The Village of Grins In the cozy little village of Grins, laughter was as essential as bread. Every evening, villagers would gather around the central square, where the grand storyteller, Old Marcus, would regale them with folktales that had been passed down for generations. Whether it was the tale of the Wily Weaver or the story of the Lazy Lark, each story carried a lesson, often wrapped in humor.
By Muhammad Azeemullah8 months ago in Humor
"Sins of the Mind"
Crime and Punishment: Shadows of Conscience Chapter One: The Plan The city of Edensborough was suffocating under the weight of its own ambition. Towering buildings cast long shadows over narrow alleyways, where desperate souls wandered, driven by hunger or hopelessness. Among them was Samuel Reed, a former law student turned drifter. His once-promising life had unraveled when his mother fell ill, draining the little savings he had.
By Muhammad Azeemullah8 months ago in Fiction
The Time Machine
THE TIME TRAVELLER (for so it will be convenient to speak of him) was expounding a reconditea matter to us. His grey eyes shone and twinkled, and his usually pale face was flushed and animated. The fire burned brightly, and the soft radiance of the incandescent lights in the lilies of silverb caught the bubbles that flashed and passed in our glasses. Our chairs, being his patents,1 embraced and caressed us rather than submitted to be sat upon, and there was that luxurious after-dinner atmosphere when thought runs gracefully free of the trammels of precision. And he put it to us in this way—marking the points with a lean forennger—as we sat and lazily admired his earnestness over this new paradox (as we thought it:) and his fecundity. c
By Muhammad Azeemullah8 months ago in Chapters
"Foundations of Knowledge"
The New Organon: A Journey of Enlightenment In the ancient city of Vexos, where scholars and philosophers gathered in high towers of learning, there was a young thinker named Lyra. She was an apprentice in the grand library, known for its labyrinthine halls filled with scrolls, tomes, and manuscripts of knowledge from every corner of the world. Despite being young, Lyra had a sharp mind and a fierce curiosity. She questioned everything: the stars above, the winds that whispered secrets through the trees, and the nature of human existence.
By Muhammad Azeemullah8 months ago in Chapters
"Beowulf: The Warrior King"
Beowulf: The Warrior King In the ancient land of the Geats, where rugged hills met crashing seas, there lived a warrior whose name was sung in halls and whispered with reverence—Beowulf. Known for his unyielding spirit and unmatched strength, he was a towering figure of bravery, a guardian of his people.
By Muhammad Azeemullah8 months ago in Chapters
