Pir Ashfaq Ahmad
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Writer | Storyteller | Dreamer
In short, Emily Carter has rediscovered herself, through life's struggles, loss, and becoming.
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The Last Analog Sound
The world hummed in perfect G-sharp. Elara had checked. The transport pods, the auto-servers in the food hall, even the gentle hiss of the climate control in her sterile, white living cube—all were tuned to the Global Standard Note, a frequency scientifically proven to promote calm and productivity. It was a world perfected, polished, and utterly predictable. And Elara, a Level 3 Archivist at the Global Sound Archive, was beginning to hate it.
By Pir Ashfaq Ahmad4 months ago in Fiction
The Message in the Bottle
The Message in the Bottle The waves whispered gently that morning, pulling in slow, steady breaths across the shoreline. Harold, seventy-three, walked the same path he had every morning for the past five years since his wife passed. The beach was quiet. Just the sound of gulls overhead and the rhythmic hush of the tide.
By Pir Ashfaq Ahmad6 months ago in Fiction
The Echo Chamber Effect
In a small, windowless room, lit only by the blue glow of multiple screens, Eli sat hunched over his keyboard. The hum of the computer fans was the only sound that kept him company, save for the endless scroll of curated opinions flashing across his monitors.
By Pir Ashfaq Ahmad6 months ago in Fiction
The Echo in the Empty Room
The Echo in the Empty Room When silence became my loudest teacher. The first thing I noticed when I stepped into my childhood home wasn’t the smell of lavender or old wood. It was the silence. Thick, unfamiliar, almost disrespectful silence. My mother’s home had always been filled with sound—classical music in the kitchen, the humming of her voice as she watered plants, the occasional clang of pots when she cooked too aggressively. But now, there was only absence.
By Pir Ashfaq Ahmad6 months ago in Confessions
When the Hit Man Starts Talking
When the Hit Man Starts Talking They say silence is golden—especially in the business of death. For over twenty years, Vincent “Vin” Marchello lived in the shadows, his name whispered only in the underworld’s darkest corners. He was a phantom, a ghost with a pistol, a contract killer whose success was measured not in money, but in how little anyone knew about him. But all ghosts, it seems, want to be remembered.
By Pir Ashfaq Ahmad6 months ago in Criminal
The Fish That Climbed a Mountain
The Fish That Climbed a Mountain In a quiet corner of the world, nestled between thick forests and glacial streams, there lived a salmon named Sora. Born in the icy waters of the Crystal River, Sora was like any other salmon, silver-scaled and strong, destined to follow the ancient rhythm of her kind—born upstream, journey to the ocean, return to the river to spawn.
By Pir Ashfaq Ahmad6 months ago in Fiction
The Edge of Emptiness
The Edge of Emptiness When silence becomes louder than any scream. The wind howled like a beast outside the cabin. It came in gusts, rattling the windowpanes and clawing at the door, as if the storm wanted to be let in. But inside, it was still. Too still.
By Pir Ashfaq Ahmad6 months ago in Fiction
The Day I Deleted My Instagram: How One Click Changed My Life
It took me twenty-seven minutes to press the delete button. I stared at the screen, thumb hovering like a guillotine blade, heart pounding louder than my thoughts. I'd typed in my password twice already, confirmed I wanted to “permanently remove all content.” My mind screamed, Are you really doing this? But deep inside, I was tired. Tired of scrolling. Tired of pretending. Tired of myself.
By Pir Ashfaq Ahmad6 months ago in Humans
I Tried Living Like My TikTok For You Page for 7 Days — Here's What Happened"
If you’ve ever scrolled through TikTok and thought, “Wow, maybe I should start journaling, drinking chlorophyll water, and waking up at 5 a.m.,” then you’ll understand why I did this.
By Pir Ashfaq Ahmad6 months ago in Confessions
Fleeing Family: A Reading List on Estrangement
During the three years I planned on fleeing my abusive family and in the year after cutting all contact, I never knew the word “estrangement.” When I encountered the term in a college literature class in 2014, I Googled it, curious and desperate to understand myself. Yet, I couldn’t find any relevant articles with the advice I actually needed: how to navigate holidays alone. I disappeared instead through writing, reading, and, later, living abroad; I established a chosen family and developed a repertoire of coping skills.
By Pir Ashfaq Ahmad6 months ago in Families
