Rohullah

Joined April 2025

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Beneath the Golden Eyes
The stories always began with the eyes. Golden. Glowing. Watching from the shadows of the Elderglen. They said the creature in the forest wasn’t just a beast—it was a judgment. It appeared only to those who carried something too heavy for the world. Grief. Guilt. Secrets.
By Rohullah6 months ago in Fiction
The Heart of the Beast
In the shadowed forest of Eldwyn, where the moon hung like a silver lantern and the trees whispered ancient secrets, a tale was passed down—of a beast with golden eyes and a heart caged in rage.
By Rohullah6 months ago in Fiction
Letters in the Rain
The first time Elsie saw him, he was dancing in the rain. Not like a fool, but like a man who had just been freed. He twirled beneath the storm, arms stretched wide, letting the downpour soak through his shirt and into his soul. Elsie, clutching her umbrella on the café patio, couldn’t look away. He caught her watching, grinned like a thief caught mid-crime, and waved.
By Rohullah6 months ago in Fiction
When the Sky Forgot to Rain
The sky had not wept in five years. In the parched village of Dakhala, the earth had cracked wide open like a wound, and every riverbed lay empty like forgotten scars. Children no longer remembered what it felt like to run through puddles, and elders whispered tales of rain as if speaking of ghosts. The people did not look up anymore—only down, where dust choked the crops and hope had withered like the brittle stalks in their fields.
By Rohullah6 months ago in Fiction
Unbreakable
They called him a lost cause. A street kid with nothing but rage in his fists and scars on his soul. No family. No home. No future. Just a pair of secondhand gloves, a rusted gym in the back alleys of Detroit, and a fire in his eyes that never seemed to die.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction
When Hearts Collide
The rain had not yet stopped falling when Elara saw him again. Five years had passed since the last time she stood beneath the canopy of old magnolia trees in the town square of Bellmere. The same cobbled path, the same flickering lamplight—but everything had changed. She was no longer the wide-eyed girl who believed in love without consequence. And he... he looked older, sharper, the weight of time resting on his shoulders like a storm that never passed.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction
Beast Brother: The Fierce Protector and Unbreakable Bond of Brotherhood
They called him a beast. Not because he was cruel, or wild, or angry. But because of the way he protected me—like a lion guards its pride, like a warrior shields his comrade. My brother, Kian, was a force of nature—loud, strong, fearless. Where I was quiet and cautious, he charged through life like nothing could touch him. And somehow, when I was with him, nothing ever did.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction
Against All Odds: The Journey That Changed Everything
I remember the day my world fell apart. It was a chilly morning in late October when the call came. My doctor’s voice was calm, almost too calm. “You have stage three lymphoma,” he said. “But we caught it early enough to fight it.” My body went numb. I was 32, healthy, active, full of plans. Cancer wasn’t supposed to be part of my story.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction
From Rock Bottom to Radiance: My Journey Through Darkness into Light
I never imagined my life would unravel so completely. One day I was managing deadlines, sipping coffee in my neatly organized office, and planning a vacation I probably didn’t need. The next, I was sitting alone in a tiny apartment I could barely afford, surrounded by silence that screamed louder than any city noise ever could.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction
The Little Girl's Cry
The night was quiet, save for the occasional rustling of leaves outside the small wooden house at the edge of the village. Inside, everything appeared still—except for the faint, muffled sobs coming from a room at the far end of the hallway.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Writers
Beyond the Noise: Finding Clarity in a Chaotic World
For most of my life, noise followed me. Not just the literal kind—the hum of traffic, the constant pinging of notifications, the relentless chatter of television and radio—but a deeper kind. The noise in my mind. The constant thoughts, the comparisons, the regrets, the “what ifs.” It was as if I lived inside a storm I could never escape.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction
Boxing Girl
In the heart of a rusted-out neighborhood gym in East Baltimore, the scent of sweat and leather filled the air like incense in a sacred temple. The ring at the center was frayed, the ropes worn thin, but to 17-year-old Nia Carter, it was a throne—and a battlefield.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction