Shah Nawaz
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Words are my canvas, ideas are my art. I curate content that aims to inform, entertain, and provoke meaningful conversations. See what unfolds.
Stories (27)
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One Hundred Years of Solitude
The Buendía house stood at the edge of the village of Santa Nieve, where the jungle whispered and time curled in on itself like old parchment. It had been there for a hundred years, though no one remembered building it, and no one dared to tear it down. The walls wept in the rainy season, the windows blinked with the wind, and strange lights flickered from the attic even when the house was empty.
By Shah Nawaz6 months ago in Fiction
1984
In Sector 7 of the Unified Republic, Winston Hale blinked away the sting of fluorescent light as the surveillance drone buzzed past his workstation. He kept his hands moving—filing data, erasing old entries, rewriting history. Truth was fluid here. And Winston, like everyone else, was expected to drown in it.
By Shah Nawaz6 months ago in Fiction
Don Quixote
In the heart of a sunbaked town where the modern world met rusting traditions, lived an old man with a mind like a lantern in the fog. Everyone knew him—not for his wealth or status, but for the armor he wore, fashioned from scrap metal and car parts, and the rusting scooter he called his “noble steed.”
By Shah Nawaz6 months ago in Fiction
Hamlet
The neon skyline of Elsinor City pulsed red against the smoggy night as Hamlet pressed his hand to the bulletproof glass of the penthouse window. Below, the city lived and died on rhythm and betrayal—just like the stories whispered through the halls of the CrownCorp towers.
By Shah Nawaz6 months ago in Fiction
The Odyssey
Rain blurred the windshield as the old pickup truck crawled along the cracked highway. Elijah North gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him tethered to the Earth. A duffel bag sat in the passenger seat—his only luggage after five years away. Home. He hadn’t said that word out loud in years. Not since the argument. Not since the slamming door. Not since his father's voice, rough and angry, echoed behind him—If you walk out that door, don't come back.
By Shah Nawaz6 months ago in Fiction
The Portrait Pact. AI-Generated.
Sienna Rosewood crept along the moonlit cliffside path, the sea wind tugging at her cloak like an urgent whisper. Crickets sang their night lullaby as the stars glittered above, but Sienna wasn’t looking up. She was late—dangerously late—and she knew it. Midnight was near, and she needed to be back inside Goulhearth School before the bell tolled twelve.
By Shah Nawaz6 months ago in Fiction
Echoes in the Branches
They say the Oak at the edge of Briar Hollow can talk. Not in the way a child might imagine—no mouths, no lips—but in shivers down your spine, in sudden chills, in voices you shouldn’t hear when you’re alone. I never believed those stories, not until the day I returned home for my brother’s funeral.
By Shah Nawaz6 months ago in Fiction
The Willow Creek Secret
The townsfolk said Willow Creek ran quiet because it remembered everything. That’s what Grandma used to whisper to me when we walked its banks, her wrinkled fingers clutching mine just a little too tight. I thought it was one of her stories, like the ones she’d tell about faeries stealing spoons or ghosts ringing the church bell at midnight. But now, standing on the edge of that same creek as an adult, the weight of her words presses deeper into my chest.
By Shah Nawaz6 months ago in Fiction
How I Rebuilt My Life After Divorce
I used to believe in forever. That belief shattered on a Tuesday. We sat across from each other in our quiet kitchen. Sunlight filtered through the blinds, making the dust in the air dance like tiny spirits. He wouldn’t meet my eyes. His voice was steady, almost rehearsed.
By Shah Nawaz6 months ago in Humans
