samon khan

Joined May 2025

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In the Mind's Labyrinth
Dr. Evelyn Cross had studied minds for twenty years. She had mapped trauma like cities, traced grief like constellations, and navigated the murky waters of psychosis. But she had never encountered anything like the one they called The Grin Man.
By samon khan8 months ago in Fiction
Beneath a Dying Sun
The sun bled across the horizon—an angry red disc sinking into a wasteland of broken earth. In the ruins of what had once been the capital city of Armath, the air tasted of rust and regret. Dust drifted like ash, carried by winds that remembered fire.
By samon khan8 months ago in Fiction
The Crystal Gates
The Book of Threads had no title on its leathered cover—just a symbol burned deep into the hide: a circle split by a jagged line. To most, it would have looked like an old relic from a forgotten age. To Arin Solas, it was a beacon—and a warning.
By samon khan8 months ago in Earth
Parallel Fall. AI-Generated.
The fracture appeared at 2:17 a.m. To most of the world, it looked like a ripple in the sky—barely perceptible, like heat rising from asphalt. But to the few who were attuned to such anomalies, it was a death knell.
By samon khan8 months ago in Futurism
Tides of the Heart
The house on Maplewood Lane had always held a kind of hush, even in summer when the windows were open and laughter drifted in from the neighborhood. It wasn’t just the creaky floors or the old wallpaper yellowing at the edges. It was the weight of things unspoken.
By samon khan8 months ago in Confessions
Rising from the Roots. AI-Generated.
In the quiet village of Bhavani, nestled between sun-soaked fields and dense mango groves, lived a young woman named Anaya. Born to a family of farmers, Anaya's life was simple, predictable, and framed by the age-old traditions that governed every aspect of her existence. Yet, behind her gentle smile and humble demeanor lay a fierce, untamed spirit waiting to awaken.
By samon khan8 months ago in Motivation
The Breaking Point. AI-Generated.
The house on Elm Street was once filled with music. Not the kind that came from speakers or radios, but the kind that rose from the laughter over dinner, the clatter of dishes, and the sound of three people simply being together.
By samon khan8 months ago in Families
The Last Dance. AI-Generated.
The morning sun filtered gently through the white curtains, casting a golden glow across the room. The air was filled with the scent of fresh roses and jasmine garlands. It was a day of joy, laughter, celebration.
By samon khan8 months ago in Families
Unspoken Bonds. AI-Generated.
The village of Amrahi woke up each morning with the crow of roosters and the rustle of mango leaves. In one corner of this quiet place, lived a boy named Kabir and his dog, Rusty.
By samon khan8 months ago in Petlife
The Unseen Journey of a Job Seeker. AI-Generated.
The alarm rang at 6:00 AM, sharp and unforgiving. Riya blinked against the pale morning light that crept through her window, her fingers instinctively silencing the shrill noise. Another day had begun—another day of resumes, rejection emails, and awkward interviews. She sat up slowly, the familiar weight of anxiety settling over her like an old shawl.
By samon khan8 months ago in Interview
The Bridge Between Us. AI-Generated.
In the small town of Elmswood, nestled between green hills and quiet rivers, two boys grew up like brothers. Their names were Samir and Daniel. From the moment they met in second grade, chasing the same soccer ball during recess, something clicked. They shared secrets, swapped comic books, and built forts out of cardboard and imagination. They became the kind of friends who could sit in silence and still feel understood.
By samon khan8 months ago in Families