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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lost Viens:. AI-Generated.
The medical institution room turned into tiled in pale ivory squares, each one sparkling beneath the fluorescent lighting. To all and sundry else, it'd have appeared sterile, everyday. however to Mara, the tiles seemed to pulse faintly, as although they carried veins below their surface—veins that had lengthy because vanished.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Fiction
💔Shattered Bonds:. AI-Generated.
The storm outdoor changed into not anything compared to the typhoon brewing within the house. three siblings—Adeel, Mariam, and Saad—stood inside the residing room, voices raised, accusations flying like daggers. What commenced as a confrontation over their overdue father’s inheritance had spiraled right into a bitter warfare of phrases.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Families
Wrong Address:. AI-Generated.
It turned into speculated to be a easy delivery. Ayesha, a excessive school student running component‑time to assist her circle of relatives, picked up a food order from a famous app. The deal with become clear, the map precise, and the commands ordinary: “Ring the bell, depart the bag on the door.”
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Horror
Stolen Identity:. AI-Generated.
The primary time the message appeared, it regarded innocent. A notification blinked on the smartphone screen: “Your account has been accessed from any other tool.” in the beginning, it felt like a glitch, the form of technical hiccup that comes and is going. but the unease it carried was heavier than the phrases themselves.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Confessions
Missing Flight Mystery:. AI-Generated.
On March eight, 2014, Malaysia airlines Flight MH370 took off from Kuala Lumpur, certain for Beijing. It became imagined to be a ordinary journey, carrying 239 souls across the night sky. yet inside hours, the flight disappeared from radar displays, leaving in the back of one of the best mysteries in aviation records.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Confessions
The Classroom That Rearranges Itself:. AI-Generated.
It commenced on an everyday Monday morning. students entered Room 12, watching for the usual neat rows of desks and chairs. as an alternative, the furniture changed into scattered throughout the ground, forming a bizarre spiral sample. The trainer frowned, assuming the janitor had performed a prank. however while puzzled, the team of workers insisted no one had touched the room.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Shadow in the Corridor:. AI-Generated.
It changed into almost 9:00 p.m. while Ayesha stayed in the back of at faculty to complete her undertaking. The corridors were unusually quiet, the form of silence that pressed towards her ears. As she walked in the direction of the exit, the fluorescent light above flickered, humming faintly. She paused, her footsteps echoing too loudly within the vacancy.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Last Notification:. AI-Generated.
It become eleven:47 p.m. while Ayesha’s cellphone buzzed on her desk. She had silenced all apps hours in the past, decided to finish her essay earlier than middle of the night. yet, the screen lit up with a notification from an app she didn’t don't forget putting in. Its icon was a faint grey circle, nearly invisible against the dark heritage.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Fiction
Twisted horizon:. AI-Generated.
The horizon changed into never directly in Nadia’s eyes. As a baby, she could stare at the ocean from the rooftop of her own family’s house, looking the line where sky met water. It always seemed to curl, as if bending under the burden of secrets. Her grandmother used to mention, “whilst the horizon twists, watch out — it approach the beyond is coming again.”
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Fiction
Frogotten Key:. AI-Generated.
The rain had just begun to fall when Amal returned to her grandmother’s house in the old quarter of the city. The house had stood for nearly a century, its walls heavy with secrets, its corridors echoing with silence. Amal had not visited in years, but after her grandmother’s passing, she was left with the responsibility of sorting through the belongings.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Fiction
Silent Witness:. AI-Generated.
The court became packed, every seat filled with faces hungry for justice. The air became heavy, not with noise, however with silence. at the middle of all of it sat a man whose presence unsettled all and sundry — not because of what he stated, but due to what he refused to mention.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Fiction
Forgotten Crime:. AI-Generated.
The antique metropolis of Ravenshade had always been quiet, its cobblestone streets echoing best with the footsteps of those who nevertheless believed in lifestyle. however beneath its calm surface lay a history that no person dared to talk of — a crime so deeply buried that even reminiscence seemed to conspire in forgetting.
By The Writer...A_Awanabout a month ago in Fiction
