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Shut Down Corruption, Not Social Media: The Fire Gen Z Lit in Nepal
There’s a powerful tension in that moment of calm before the roar begins. Nepal’s Gen Z rarely made headlines, quietly living with day to day corruption, limited opportunities, and an uneven justice system.
By Saba Writes4 months ago in Humans
The First Glance
It was a late afternoon in early autumn, the kind of day when the sun sinks slowly and turns everything golden, as if the whole town has been dipped in honey. The air was cool but not yet cold, carrying the faint scent of roasted chestnuts from a cart nearby. The narrow street was alive with people, footsteps echoing against the stone pavement, and yet for her, it felt as though the world had slowed.
By Saba Writes5 months ago in Fiction
The Shadows Between Midnight
I still don’t know how I ended up on that road. Maybe the cab driver took a wrong turn, maybe I fell asleep for too long. All I remember is opening my eyes and realizing he was gone, the car door wide open, engine off, and silence heavier than anything I had ever felt before.
By Saba Writes5 months ago in Horror
When the Call Came at Midnight: Chapter Four
My name is Elena. For a moment, hearing it in my own head felt strange, as if I had forgotten it ever mattered. But standing between two men bound by secrets, with rain slashing at my skin and the sea roaring below, I clung to it like an anchor. Elena. I was still me, even if nothing else felt steady.
By Saba Writes5 months ago in Fiction
I See You
I never thought my phone could betray me. Not like this. It started on a Tuesday, which I know sounds random, but Tuesdays are the worst. I was scrolling through my group chat, nothing special, just memes and people complaining about work. Then I noticed a notification from an app I didn’t remember downloading. It just said, “I see you.”
By Saba Writes5 months ago in Horror
When the Call Came at Midnight: Chapter Three
The rain refused to stop, and neither did my heartbeat. Adrian stood like a shield in front of me, facing the stranger who had appeared out of the storm as if he belonged to it. The lightning framed him in silver for a moment, and I caught a glimpse of sharp eyes that never once blinked.
By Saba Writes5 months ago in Fiction
