The Writer...A_Awan
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16‑year‑old Ayesha, high school student and storyteller. Passionate about suspense, emotions, and life lessons...
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Buried in Silence: The Collapse That Shook a City... AI-Generated.
It was an ordinary evening in the heart of the metropolis—the kind of evening where life felt permanent. Families gathered for dinner, the aroma of spices wafted through narrow corridors, and weary workers returned home after long shifts. The apartment building, though aged and showing the wear of many decades, stood tall as a silent guardian of a hundred different lives. Nobody imagined that within minutes, its sturdy walls would betray them, turning a sanctuary of refuge into a grave of dust and suffocating silence.
By The Writer...A_Awan21 days ago in Humans
When the TV Woke at Midnight:. AI-Generated.
The first time it happened, I thought it was a glitch. The television in our living room flickered to life at exactly midnight, its screen glowing against the heavy silence of the house. I had fallen asleep on the couch, and the sudden burst of light startled me awake. The channels began to flip rapidly, as though invisible fingers were pressing the remote.
By The Writer...A_Awan21 days ago in Horror
The Unwanted Package:. AI-Generated.
The package arrived on a Tuesday—a day so painfully ordinary that it felt scripted. It sat motionless on my porch, wrapped in thick brown paper and bound with a coarse twine that looked as if it belonged to a different century. There was no return address, no courier stamp, and no postage marking. There was only my name, Elias Thorne, written in a cramped, shaky hand that felt hauntingly familiar.
By The Writer...A_Awan22 days ago in Fiction
Through the Wreckage: Voices of Train Survivors:. AI-Generated.
It was supposed to be a routine journey. Passengers boarded the train with everyday hopes—students carrying books, workers clutching lunchboxes, families sharing quiet conversations. The rhythmic sound of wheels against the tracks promised safety, familiarity, and progress. Yet within moments, that rhythm shattered into chaos.
By The Writer...A_Awan24 days ago in Fiction
Small Steps,Big Chance:. AI-Generated.
We often imagine success as something grand, dramatic, and sudden. We picture the big breakthrough, the overnight transformation, the moment when everything changes. But the truth is, life rarely works that way. More often than not, the greatest opportunities we ever receive are born from the smallest steps we take.
By The Writer...A_Awan24 days ago in Motivation
Echoes of silence:. AI-Generated.
Inside the dimly lit living room of a modest home, the air was thick with tension. The walls, once adorned with family photographs and laughter, now seemed to absorb the sharp words exchanged between two parents locked in yet another conflict. Their voices rose, clashing like thunder, while their children sat silently in the shadows, their small hearts pounding with fear.
By The Writer...A_Awan24 days ago in Families
Whispers in the Hospital Ward:. AI-Generated.
The hospital ward was quiet at night. Machines hummed softly, monitors blinked, and the faint fragrance of antiseptic lingered in the air. Patients slept in their beds, nurses moved silently from room to room, and the world outside seemed far away. Yet in that silence, whispers began to rise—faint, fragile, but impossible to ignore.
By The Writer...A_Awan24 days ago in Horror
Echo's Of journeys:My father's Path to Spain:. AI-Generated.
When I was a toddler, my father’s trips felt like mysteries wrapped in silence. He lived and worked in distant countries, far away from our small home, and we were too young to understand what those travels truly meant. For us, his absence was filled with phone calls, letters, and stories that seemed larger than life. Spain, Germany, and other places were not destinations we could picture clearly; they were names that floated in the air, symbols of a world we could not yet grasp.
By The Writer...A_Awan24 days ago in Families
The Man Who Vanished at the Bus Stop:. AI-Generated.
It was just another midnight at the bus stop. The air was heavy with the scent of rain, the streetlight above flickered as if struggling to stay alive, and the crowd around me seemed as ordinary as ever. Students with backpacks, office workers scrolling through their phones, and a few faces staring blankly into the distance. Nothing in that moment suggested it would turn into a story I would never forget.
By The Writer...A_Awan24 days ago in Fiction
The Silent Patient: A Voice Buried in Shadows... AI-Generated.
The first time I saw her, she was sitting in the corner of the psychiatric ward, her hands folded neatly in her lap, her eyes fixed on something invisible beyond the barred window. Alicia Berenson had not spoken a single word since the night she shot her husband.
By The Writer...A_Awan24 days ago in Fiction
Echoes Beneath the Waves:. AI-Generated.
The night was calm, the sea stretching endlessly under a sky scattered with stars. Passengers aboard the RMS Titanic believed they were sailing on a miracle of modern engineering, a ship so vast and luxurious that it was called “unsinkable.” Yet beneath the glittering chandeliers and polished brass, fate was already writing its cruel script.
By The Writer...A_Awan25 days ago in Fiction
Borrowed Face:. AI-Generated.
I first observed her on the train. She sat across from me, head tilted slightly, eyes fixed on the window as if the city rushing past was more important than the people inside. At first glance, she seemed ordinary—dark hair, pale skin, a tired expression. But then she turned, and my breath caught.
By The Writer...A_Awan25 days ago in Fiction
