Sana Ullah
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The Stranger on Route 66
The Arizona sun was ruthless, turning the horizon into a blurry mirage. Emily Carter squinted behind her sunglasses as her red Jeep rumbled down the historic Route 66. She was somewhere between Flagstaff and a place the map called Valentine, but there wasn’t much love in the dry wind or cracked pavement. Her hands tightened around the wheel. She hadn’t planned this trip—just packed a bag, left her apartment in Chicago, and started driving west the day after her father’s funeral.
By Sana Ullah7 months ago in Beat
Vanished on Hollow Street
The town of Elmsford had many streets, but none whispered like Hollow Street. Tucked behind the main square, it curved like a question mark—quiet, shaded by skeletal trees, with old houses that hadn't changed since the 1940s. Most people avoided it. Some said it was cursed. But for 16-year-old Mara Bennett, it was just the fastest way home from school.
By Sana Ullah7 months ago in Fiction
A Cup of Tea and Goodbye
Every Sunday at exactly 4:00 p.m., the little bronze bell above the café door rang the same soft, hollow chime. It was never too loud, never rushed. Just enough to announce a presence — like a whisper in a quiet room. The staff had come to expect it, the way one expects the sunset or the smell of chai in the rain.
By Sana Ullah7 months ago in Fiction
The Wolf of the Storm: An Oath in the Dark
The wind howled across the snow-covered plains of Anatolia, slicing through tents like knives. The Kayi tribe, warriors of proud Turkic blood, huddled around faint fires, cloaks drawn tight, eyes searching the sky for hope. But there was none—not in the sky, nor in the mountains, nor in the starving bellies of children who had not eaten for days.
By Sana Ullah7 months ago in History
The Olive Tree of Jerusalem
The night air hung heavy over Jerusalem. The moon hovered above the ancient city like a silent witness to centuries of bloodshed and prayers. After months of siege, the city had fallen—not with the brutality that had marked its past, but with mercy. The people whispered in disbelief: “Salahuddin Ayyubi is not like the others.”
By Sana Ullah7 months ago in History
Beneath the Dust of Time
Dust. That’s what Eleanor saw first when she entered the old manor house—thick layers clinging to the furniture like time itself had fallen asleep here and never bothered to wake up. The scent of forgotten wood, faded roses, and something older—like parchment or secrets—filled the air.
By Sana Ullah7 months ago in Fiction
Wings and Whiskers: The Eagle and the Leopard
Wings and Whiskers: The Eagle and the Leopard The golden sun dipped behind the canopy, casting long shadows over the African savanna. Birds chirped their final songs for the day while the distant roar of a lion echoed in the wind. In this vast land where survival was a daily battle, an unusual alliance was about to be born.
By Sana Ullah7 months ago in Humans
