Rohullah

Joined April 2025

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The Weight of Summer
The cicadas sang like they were trying to drown out the silence that clung to the Morgan farmhouse. Ava stood at the edge of the gravel driveway, suitcase in one hand, sweat already crawling down her neck, and the realization settling deep: this summer wasn’t a break—it was a sentence.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Families
Run with the Rain
The first time they met, it was raining. Not a soft drizzle, not a romantic mist—but a full, thunder-shouting downpour that turned the sidewalks into rivers and the sky into a drum.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction
The Unbreakable Three
They met on a Tuesday. Not that any of them remembered the date. But it was sunny, and the school cafeteria served meatballs that day—Lucy always said she could never forget a good meatball, and that was how it began.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction
Good Dog
The boy didn’t speak for the first hundred miles. Not when the truck broke down in the valley. Not when the crows circled low and the air smelled of burnt rubber and old fire.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction
The Lion & the Mouse
In the heart of the jungle, where the trees reached high and the rivers sang through the leaves, lived a lion named Baraka. His golden mane shimmered in the sunlight, and his roar echoed through the valleys. All the animals knew him as the King of the Jungle—strong, proud, and fearsome.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction
Champions of Punishment
The city of Varn was not built on justice—it was built on bones. Towering spires of black stone clawed the sky like fingers of a god long dead. The air reeked of smoke, blood, and quiet desperation. In the alleys, men in fine coats slit throats as easily as they signed trade contracts. The law was a myth. Mercy, a forgotten word.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction
Red Horse
The wind howled across the desolate plains, whipping dust into the air like the ghosts of the fallen rising from their shallow graves. In the distance, thunder rumbled—but there were no clouds in the sky. It was not a storm of weather that approached.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction
Mr. Mafia boss is obsessed with me
I never meant to catch his attention. I was just a waitress at La Rosa, a dimly lit Italian restaurant tucked away in the corner of Manhattan’s underworld. The kind of place where criminals sipped wine in tailored suits, and secrets slipped through the cracks of whispered conversations. I kept my head down, took orders, and prayed no one noticed me.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction
Adventures with My Brother (Who’s Always Late)"
My brother, Max, is late for everything. Late for school. Late for dinner. Late for birthdays (including his own one year).
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction
The Clever Crow and the Curious Rabbit
In the heart of an ancient forest, where sunlight dripped through moss-covered branches and the air smelled of pine and mystery, lived two unlikely neighbors: a curious young rabbit named Remi, and a clever crow named Corwin.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction
Daddy is the Best Friend
I always thought the word "Daddy" was supposed to mean someone who raised you, protected you, loved you like a daughter. But in my case, it started as a joke — a teasing nickname, a smirk, a look across the room that burned hotter than it should have.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Chapters
The Story of the Donkey and Tiger
In a lush jungle where sunlight dripped through the canopy like golden honey, and vines whispered secrets to the breeze, lived a donkey named Damu. Damu was not the fastest, nor the strongest, nor the wisest. But he was, unquestionably, the loudest. His braying echoed through the trees like thunder, waking birds, annoying monkeys, and irritating nearly every animal in the forest. And what Damu lacked in sense, he made up for in stubbornness.
By Rohullah8 months ago in Fiction