Sibgha

Joined October 2024

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I'm Sibgha Rana, a content writer. I hold certifications in creative writing and freelancing, focusing on crafting engaging narratives that resonate with audiences.

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The Joyful Pops of Bubble Wrap
There once was a roll of bubble wrap, Whose pops made me giggle and clap. With each little burst, My worries dispersed,
By Sibghaabout a year ago in Poets
The Passage of Time
Time whispers softly, like a breeze through trees, It molds our lives with effortless ease. From the cradle of childhood, tender and small,
By Sibghaabout a year ago in Poets
The Rhythm of the Wounded
The drum was her only companion, her confessor, her solace. For years, Zaira had lived with the weight of unspoken grief, a heaviness that threatened to consume her. The world around her moved as if in a trance, indifferent to the cries of the broken. But Zaira had learned one thing: when words failed, the drum spoke.
By Sibghaabout a year ago in Fiction
Earth Divided: A Reflection on Humanity’s Struggles
The man stood on the riverbank, his glasses perched firmly on his nose as he stared across the water. The iconic Ferris wheel loomed in the background, slowly turning, its reflection shimmering in the rippling river below. The world around him seemed calm—serene, even. Yet, his mind was anything but.
By Sibghaabout a year ago in Motivation
The Clock That Stopped Time
Ellie lifted the magnificently gilded timepiece in her hands; its shining casing seemed chilling and overpowering. The complex carvings of vines and blossoms caught the slight dim light of her grandfather's storage room. She had discovered it buried under heaps of dusty diaries, its moving arms at 12:00.
By Sibghaabout a year ago in Fiction
Bed of Roses
Since childhood, Amara yearned for simplicity-a peaceful life where days begin with bird song and everyday ends to the warm shine of nightfalls. So, when she stumbled upon the offer for an interesting house surrounded with those pretty rose areas, fate was carved.
By Sibghaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Whisper of Wings
Butterflies are resting on the skin of the young lady; the mesmerizing scene captures a story of life and excellence changes. It is much more than a picture; it is, indeed, a very rich canvas that awakens us to very deep insights into the lessons in life.
By Sibghaabout a year ago in Motivation
Tales of Hearth
It was stormy, continuously snowing. The town almost seemed to have become a mere solidified, quiet world because of the snow heaped much against the wall. There was a little house settled by the edge of the forest, however, which had put in opposition to that cold. The windows were bright with warmth, a glowing house in the bite of the night.
By Sibghaabout a year ago in Families
Quiet Crossing
The old bridge had been sitting inconspicuously for ages, perhaps centuries, at the edge of the wood. It is a simple structure made of a weather-beaten stone and wood overrun with moss. It also carries the load of ethereal memories-whispers from the past that wander through clears out, on the wings of breezes. For so many years, I passed it, never stopping and always rushing on with the demands of life. Right now is different. Something about it calls me, pulls me as if the bridge itself has just been waiting for me.
By Sibghaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Hardest Goodbye
Saying goodbye to someone is challenging in all instances, however some types of goodbyes etch themselves into your heart more effectively than others, leaving pain that doesn’t blur with time. For me, the most difficult goodbye did not come as a shock, and it was not out of the blue somewhere. I had been preparing myself for this particular goodbye for quite some months but still, when the time came, I was not ready.
By Sibghaabout a year ago in Fiction
A Letter to My Future Self
Greetings to my Dear Future Self, I pray that by the time you read this letter, you are in good health. These days, I am at my desk enjoying the warmth of the sun through the glass. I can hear birds chirping outside and today is indeed a good day to talk to you. I question myself about your whereabouts and what you could be involved in. Are you happy? Is the life you are currently leading the one you have always considered to be ideal?
By Sibghaabout a year ago in Motivation
Words We Left Unspoken
I was at the very edge of the old pier, the timber beneath me creaking, as the familiar echo of memories came rushing into my mind. The sun dipped lower on the horizon painting the heavens with a mix of orange and purple hues. This place was sacred to us, a portrait of our aspirations and secrets. But now, it felt like a tomb of all the utterances we had contained.
By Sibghaabout a year ago in Fiction

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The Joyful Pops of Bubble Wrap

The Passage of Time

The Rhythm of the Wounded

Earth Divided: A Reflection on Humanity’s Struggles

The Clock That Stopped Time

Bed of Roses

The Whisper of Wings

Tales of Hearth

Quiet Crossing

The Hardest Goodbye

A Letter to My Future Self

Words We Left Unspoken

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