Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq
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Sarmad Khan: writer, educator, expert in human connections & love dynamics. With a Psychology background, he crafts compelling blog articles & news content, drawing inspiration from travels & photography.Trusted voice in written expression.
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The Ticking Room
Lena's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the pulsating ache in her head and the oppressive darkness enveloping her. A solitary desk stood as a beacon of hope amidst the void, its surface illuminated only by the relentless ticking of a clock and the eerie glow of a flickering monitor. A cryptic message taunted her on the screen: "The past holds the key to your escape."
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
Just a Minute to Midnight
In the desolate expanse of the post-apocalyptic wasteland, a glimmer of hope flickered to life. It was that time of year again, when survivors from far and wide converged upon a makeshift amphitheater known as "Just a Minute to Midnight." Here, amidst the ruins of a once-grand theater, they sought solace in shared stories and collective dreams, clinging to the remnants of humanity's past.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Minute Thief
In the quaint village of Everglade, nestled amidst rolling hills and whispering forests, there existed a legend whispered among the townsfolk. It spoke of the enigmatic creature known only as the Minute Thief. This mischievous being roamed the land, invisible to all but those with the keenest eye.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
Chronicles of the Fractured Hour
In the heart of the bustling city, where the rhythm of life echoed through cobblestone streets, lay a clandestine chamber known only to a select few: the Timekeeper’s Sanctum. Here, amidst the soft glow of ancient lanterns and the faint scent of parchment, time ceased to be a mere abstraction—it became a palpable force, intricately woven into the very fabric of existence.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Minute of Truth
In the once-thriving metropolis of New Eden, the iron grip of the oppressive Council of Unity had silenced the voices of dissent. Public gatherings were banned, free speech was a distant memory, and the mere whisper of defiance was punishable by "reeducation." Amidst this suffocating atmosphere, a secret resistance movement, code-named "Just a Minute," emerged, spreading messages of hope and resistance through covert communication channels.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
Just a Minute: Redefining Time
Emma Wright had always been a dreamer, her mind buzzing with ideas that danced on the edge of possibility. Fresh out of college, she found herself suffocating in the monotony of the corporate world, yearning for something more, something that would set her soul on fire. It was then, amidst the hustle and bustle of the city, that the seed of an idea took root – an app that would redefine the very fabric of time itself.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
Guardians of the Hidden Sanctuary
In a secluded valley, cradled amidst the majestic peaks of the Himalayas, a young woman named Tenzin embarked on a journey of self-discovery and enlightenment. Within the walls of the monastery, she diligently studied the teachings of Buddhism, guided by the wisdom of revered monks. Yet, beneath her serene facade, a tempest raged within her soul—a yearning for knowledge that transcended the boundaries of conventional wisdom.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Midnight Magician
In the heart of Ashwood, where the sun's last rays kissed the skyline, the city transformed into a haven for darkness and deceit. Once a beacon of prosperity, now veiled in the shadows of corruption, Ashwood harbored secrets as deep as its alleys. Amidst this labyrinth of vice, a young magician, Luna Santos, sought to carve her name upon the stars.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Cursed Compass
In the heart of the Caribbean, where the waters shimmered with secrets and the winds whispered tales of adventure, there sailed a notorious pirate captain known as Captain Morgan Blackwood. But Blackwood was no ordinary pirate; he possessed a cursed compass that pointed not to north but to the elusive Tides of Destiny.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Diary of Souls
The old oak stood sentinel at the edge of the graveyard, its gnarled branches reaching toward the heavens. Ivy clung to its trunk, weaving a tapestry of green and gray. It was here, beneath the ancient tree, that Eliza first glimpsed the veil between worlds.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Horror
The Sands of Salvation
In the vast expanse of the scorching desert, where the sun blazed relentlessly and the wind whispered tales of ancient mysteries, stood Amara, a solitary figure cloaked in tattered robes. Her journey had begun with a simple desire: to unravel the secrets hidden within the heart of the barren sands. But fate, capricious as the shifting dunes, had other plans.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
The Crystal Veil
Eira woke to a world of swirling mist, her senses dulled by the throbbing ache in her temples. Luminescent crystals cast an eerie glow around her, illuminating the cavernous chamber with an otherworldly light. Fragmented memories slipped through her grasp like elusive shadows, leaving her disoriented and adrift.
By Muhammad Sarmad Razzaq2 years ago in Fiction
