Sazia Afreen Sumi
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I craft stories that delve into love's many facets—romantic, unrequited, and lasting—plus other intriguing themes. Discover tales that resonate!
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Whiskers in the Dark
The storm was relentless that night. Sheets of rain lashed against the windows, and thunder rumbled through the sky like an ancient beast awakening from slumber. Amid this chaos, Lucy sat curled up in the corner of her couch, a cup of tea clutched between her hands. She tried to read, but the words blurred together, her mind too distracted. It wasn’t the storm that bothered her; she had always found the rhythm of thunder comforting, like nature’s lullaby. No, it was the silence—her cat’s silence—that set her on edge.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Horror
The Echoes of Verdant
The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden rays that filtered through the thick canopy of the Amazon rainforest. Jenna stood at the edge of a narrow, winding path, the air thick with humidity and the scent of damp earth. She had come here for adventure, to document the beauty of the jungle, but there was an undeniable weight in the atmosphere—something ancient and restless.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Horror
Someone who is waiting for you outside the door
The wind howled through the trees, a banshee wail that sent shivers down Clara’s spine. She adjusted the collar of her sweater, trying to ward off the chill that crept through the drafty old house. It had been a long day, filled with packing up her childhood home after her mother’s passing. Now, as twilight descended, the shadows stretched and warped in the corners of the dimly lit rooms, giving life to the whispering rumors of the house.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Horror
: Echoes of Tomorrow
Chapter 1: The Unexpected Arrival Mia sat in her small, cluttered studio, paintbrush in hand, staring at the blank canvas before her. The smell of turpentine filled the air, mingling with the faint sound of rain tapping against the window. Outside, the small town of Willow Creek was shrouded in gray clouds, mirroring her mood. Art had always been her refuge, a place where she could lose herself and forget her troubles. But today, the canvas remained stubbornly white.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Fiction
Title: The Whispering Woods
Part One: The Call of the Forest Evelyn had always been drawn to the woods behind her childhood home. As a girl, she would venture deep into the thickets, pretending to be an explorer in a magical land. But as she grew older, the stories her grandmother told—tales of lost souls and ancient spirits—echoed in her mind. The woods were alive, they said, filled with whispers that could lure even the strongest hearts into their depths.
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Horror
