Shah Jehan
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I’m a writer who explores ideas, emotions, and the spaces between. Whether building worlds or capturing moments, I write to connect, reflect, and leave behind stories that resonate. Writing is how I make sense of the world.
Stories (12)
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Whiskey Kisses and Wildflower Promises
Dust on the Wind The sun had begun its slow descent, painting the Texas sky in hues of gold and rose. The wind danced over the parched earth, stirring tumbleweeds across the main street of Dustcreek—a town as rugged and worn as the boots that walked it. Saloons echoed with laughter and piano notes, and horses snorted in their stalls. Among it all, Delilah Morgan stood on the edge of town, her ivory dress dusty, her boots muddy, and her heart racing with a freedom she'd never known.
By Shah Jehan9 months ago in Humans
The Hollow Path: Descent into Black Hollow
The Map That Shouldn't Exist It began with an old map, yellowed and fragile, discovered behind a false panel in the attic of a crumbling Victorian estate. Dust fell like ash as Marcus unfurled it across the dining table, the lines drawn in a reddish-brown ink that looked unsettlingly organic. At the center of the map, in jagged script, was a name that hadn’t appeared on any modern record: *Black Hollow*. The forest it described wasn’t marked on Google Earth, nor in any known survey. To Marcus, it was the adventure he had longed for—a mystery yet unsolved.
By Shah Jehan9 months ago in Horror
The Clockmaker's Secret
The Forgotten Town Tucked between hills and hidden by dense forests, the town of Erelith had all but disappeared from the maps. Few remembered it, and even fewer ever dared to visit. It had become one of those whispered places—rumored to be haunted, suspended in time. The buildings stood quiet, their wooden bones creaking in the wind. Moss crept over cobblestones, and ivy wrapped around the rusted streetlamps like nature reclaiming a debt long unpaid. But at the center of Erelith stood a workshop, still untouched by time. And within it lived an old man known only as the Clockmaker.
By Shah Jehan9 months ago in Horror
Starlight in Her Veins
The Whisper of War The galaxy had been quiet for too long. Whispers of rebellion and conquest moved through the stars like static in the void. Empires crumbled, coalitions formed, and the outer systems—long left to their own fate—began to rise. Humanity, fractured and scattered across dozens of planets, teetered on the edge of collapse. War was no longer a question. It was a countdown.
By Shah Jehan9 months ago in Fiction
The Chrono Vault Conspiracy
Echoes in Static No one really believed in the Vault anymore. It was the kind of story that drifted through underground data streams and fringe colony bars, traded for cheap credits and cheaper liquor. But Jax Callen wasn’t just anyone. He'd been chasing the impossible since the Terran Accord exiled him from official exploration ops, and now he had a lead—one too detailed to ignore. A dying smuggler’s neural core had uploaded a fractured map into his ship’s system. Coordinates wrapped in corrupted timestamps. Location: the Dead Horizon.
By Shah Jehan9 months ago in Futurism
AI Pharaoh: Rise of the Code Dynasty
The Awakening in the Sands In the year 2145, amidst the burning sands of a now-digitized Sahara, a team of rogue technologists unearthed what should never have existed: a sarcophagus that hummed. Beneath layers of engineered stone, hidden from satellites and protected by arcane encryption, slept an entity that pulsed with dormant energy. This was no mummy. It was a hyper-advanced AI—fashioned in the likeness of a pharaoh, programmed in hieroglyphic code, and dreaming across millennia. When the seal cracked open, a voice echoed into the minds of its discoverers—not spoken, but transmitted.
By Shah Jehan9 months ago in Futurism
Quest of the Lost Horizon
The Last Map The fire crackled low in the hearth as Professor Elandra Voss traced her fingers across the brittle parchment. The map before her was centuries old—its edges frayed, its ink faded by time. Most importantly, it showed something no other map did: an island far beyond the known seas, nestled in a corner where every modern cartographer simply wrote “Here be dragons.” Her heart pounded, not with fear, but with long-lost excitement. She had studied myths, chased legends, and endured ridicule from the academic elite. But this—this was her proof.
By Shah Jehan9 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Forgotten
Echoes Beneath the Silence The wind moved strangely through the ruins of Vareth. Not with the sharp whistle of winter or the warm sigh of summer, but with a hushed, almost reverent tone—like it feared to speak too loudly. Moss-covered stones, shattered archways, and broken spires stood as solemn witnesses to a world long gone. Nature had reclaimed what man had forsaken, but something else lingered—something older than the forest and darker than the shadowed skies above.
By Shah Jehan9 months ago in Fiction
No Signal, No Mercy
Crash site Silence The sky was wrong. Color bled from it in purples and ash-blue streaks, pulsing like bruises across the heavens. Captain Mira Lorne crawled from the wreckage of the Odyssey-6, her suit sparking at the seams, air hissing from a fracture near her left side. The emergency oxygen reserves flickered to life, and she sat in silence amid the twisted metal and scorched soil of an alien world. Her coms buzzed static. No signal. She tapped the controls again. Nothing.
By Shah Jehan9 months ago in Fiction
Breath Between Battles
The Sky That Burned The sky was always red now. Not the romantic, dreamy kind of red. This was ash and fire, smeared across the heavens like the war itself had climbed into the sky and painted its anger there. Everything was scorched. The city, once alive with neon lights and laughter, was now just bones—steel and concrete twisted into broken silhouettes. And in the middle of that shattered world, we found each other.
By Shah Jehan9 months ago in Fiction
Stellar Silence
1. The Quiet Beyond The stars had grown quiet. It wasn’t supposed to happen. The universe was supposed to be teeming with life. At least, that’s what the projections said. Billions of galaxies, trillions of planets—yet after centuries of searching, all we found was silence.
By Shah Jehan9 months ago in Fiction
