Raja Sumaria Khan
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The Promise of the Stars
In the 12 months 2378, humanity had spread across the cosmos like stardust, colonizing planets in distant galaxies. The Earth was now a distant memory, a relic of history acknowledged simplest to a few. Among the many that roamed the celebs, there were dreamers-explorers who sought extra than new houses or resources. They sought the legends hidden the various stars, testimonies of places with inconceivable electricity and splendor. One such legend was the Star of Lyria, a distant, mythical megastar device said to hold the name of the game of everlasting existence.
By Raja Sumaria Khanabout a year ago in Chapters
Shadows of the Unseen
"Answer my question!" Lisa's voice reduce through the silence of the small, dimly lit room. Her eyes, huge and full of frustration, locked onto her older brother, Jake, who sat slouched at the sofa across from her. The flickering lightbulb overhead seemed to reflect her volatile feelings.
By Raja Sumaria Khanabout a year ago in Writers
The Ripple Effect of Kindness
It turned into the coldest wintry weather in years, the type that bit through layers of garb and turned breath into clouds of mist. Marcus huddled under the overpass, his threadbare coat barely offering any safety from the biting wind. His arms, cracked and uncooked from the bloodless, trembled as he tried to light a small hearth with the broken lighter he'd determined days ago. It sparked however refused to catch. His belly growled, reminding him that it had been over an afternoon in view that he’d remaining eaten. But starvation was some thing Marcus had discovered to live with.
By Raja Sumaria Khanabout a year ago in Humans
The Freedom of No
Emily had usually been called the dependable one. At work, she turned into the employee who volunteered for each challenge, stepped up at some point of busy seasons, and regularly stayed overdue to help her colleagues meet tight time limits. Friends and family viewed her as the remaining support system, the one who should continually matter on for assist or advice. She was the one who baked the cakes for birthdays, organized circle of relatives gatherings, and constantly picked up the cellphone, no matter the hour. But below her warm smile lay a girl who felt an increasing number of depleted, exhausted from the relentless stress to be to be had and useful at all times.
By Raja Sumaria Khanabout a year ago in Lifehack
"The Door"
"There was only one rule: don’t open the door.” For years, Clara observed it without query. The door in the attic, the one her grandmother had warned her about considering the fact that adolescence, changed into by no means to be touched. "It's now not so that it will realize what is beyond," she'd say, her voice trembling.
By Raja Sumaria Khanabout a year ago in Horror
Songs of the Deep
In the coastal kingdom of Kalmaris where the sea stretched endlessly to the horizon and salt winds carried the scent of adventure music held an unusual power. For centuries the dwell believed that the sea American ginseng game to those world health organization might mind. But among the legends one stood out an ancient tale of a singer whose voice could command the sea itself.
By Raja Sumaria Khanabout a year ago in Earth
From Rejection to Redemption
James Thompson stood at the entrance to the tall glass building. Firmly holding on to his department His heart was pounding with a mix of anticipation and stress. This was the day he had been mulling over for months—the day he would present his dream project to a panel of investors. He spent many years pouring his soul into it. Polished every detail Sacrificing countless weekends and sleep. Today felt like the culmination of everything.
By Raja Sumaria Khanabout a year ago in Earth
Life in Five-Minute Fixes
Since she could remember, Nina had ever only experienced mornings as a fracas — an mad dash from the instant her lids separated. Her alarm would ring so loudly and abruptly that it would scare her awake before she slammed shut the noise with an angrily swiped hand. She had all the times hit snooze, just to steal a few more minutes of sleep time — it had never worked. Too late she discovered that her body lay a bit more soundly than she imagined, and by the time she wrenched herself from bed, there was no shaking groggily through the morning routine on auto-pilot. She was rushing every step of the way, counting in her head how many things she must do before heading out the door.
By Raja Sumaria Khanabout a year ago in Earth
The Lost Time Traveler
David was in his childhood backyard, repairing the scent of the freshly cut grass in his senses. The soft voice of laughter came from the kitchen window and his mother was in the kitchen, alive and well, making dinner. His heart raced. He hadn’t been here in over twenty years, yet everything looked exactly as he remembered.
By Raja Sumaria Khanabout a year ago in Earth
