Rohullah

Joined April 2025

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Young and Bountiful Girl
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow over the fields of wildflowers that stretched endlessly in every direction. There, amidst the fragrant blooms and whispering winds, lived a girl who embodied youth, beauty, and all the hope that the world had to offer.
By Rohullah9 months ago in Fiction
Angel Blue Eyes
It was the eyes that caught him first. Not the way the sunlight framed her auburn hair. Not the delicate way she carried herself through the crowded street, gliding as though untouched by the noise and chaos around her. It was her eyes—impossibly blue, like glacier lakes under starlight—that froze David in his tracks.
By Rohullah9 months ago in Fiction
Unbreakable
Rain lashed against the windowpane like angry fingers trying to claw their way inside. The storm outside mirrored the one within 17-year-old Leila's chest—chaotic, wild, and unrelenting.
By Rohullah9 months ago in Motivation
Beast
No one dared approach the manor on the hill after dusk—not since the night Elise Carter’s father vanished beyond its gates. The villagers whispered tales of a monster. Some said it had the head of a lion and the eyes of a man. Others swore it was once a prince cursed by betrayal. Elise believed neither.
By Rohullah9 months ago in Fiction
Where the Blue Eye Meets the Heart
The old grill sat at the edge of Highway 9, nestled between the gentle hills of South Carolina’s forgotten countryside. Its neon sign flickered, the words Blue Eye Grill glowing faintly against the darkening sky. Locals called it “The Blue Eye,” and not just because of the sign. Legend had it the place saw everything—births, breakups, and secrets carried on summer winds. It was a quiet witness to a thousand little stories.
By Rohullah9 months ago in Fiction
King of the Jungle
The sun had barely risen over the savanna, casting golden light on a landscape still soaked in dew and silence. The wind whispered through the tall grass, and the world seemed to hold its breath. It was on this morning that a lion named Rakor stood on Pride Rock, not as a cub, not as a prince, but as a king—for the first time.
By Rohullah9 months ago in Fiction
Whiskers & Woes
In the quiet, sun-dappled corner of the house, where shadows and light played tag, there lived a cat named Whiskers. He wasn’t your ordinary house cat; no, he was a creature of grace, agility, and an utterly mischievous mind. His fur was sleek and glossy, a perfect blend of midnight black and silver, which shimmered in the moonlight whenever he crept through the house after hours.
By Rohullah9 months ago in Fiction
Goot and the Tower of Mist
In the soft, jiggly hills of Plopvale, where the trees hummed lullabies and rivers fizzed with sweet soda, lived a creature named Goot. Goot wasn’t like the others — he was made entirely of a wobbling, shimmering jelly that changed color depending on his mood. Happy? Bright green. Curious? Sky blue. Nervous? A pale, twitchy purple.
By Rohullah9 months ago in Fiction
Claws & Fangs
In the heart of the quiet suburban neighborhood, two beasts roamed. They were not the kind of creatures you would find in a jungle or a wild savanna, but they carried the same primal instincts. They were Claws, a sleek and swift cat with a coat of midnight black fur, and Fangs, a large and powerful dog with a coat of golden brown. Their rivalry was legendary, known far and wide across the neighborhood as the battle between feline cunning and canine strength.
By Rohullah9 months ago in Fiction
The Village That Stopped Listening
Chapter One: The Boy and the Hill Once, in a quiet valley surrounded by deep forests and flowing rivers, there was a village called Willowbrook. Its people were kind, hard-working, and always ready to help one another. At the edge of this village lived a young shepherd boy named Arun.
By Rohullah9 months ago in Fiction
Success Habits That Work
There was once a man named Eli Parker, who wanted success more than anything. Not fame. Not followers. Just freedom—the kind that comes from knowing you’re doing meaningful work, on your own terms, and living a life you designed.
By Rohullah9 months ago in Motivation
The Goat Who Chased the Spring Winds
Chapter One: The Last Winter Wind In the high mountains of Qingli Valley, where the wind sang through bamboo trees and snow capped the cliffs, lived a small white goat named Mei. Her coat was soft as cloud-fleece, her eyes golden as morning sun, and her spirit restless as the wind itself.
By Rohullah9 months ago in History