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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The Stranger Who Knew Everything:. AI-Generated.
It commenced with a phone name I wasn’t meant to reply. i was walking home from paintings, the sky bruised with the final light of night, when my phone buzzed in my coat pocket. The display screen confirmed “Unknown Caller.” generally, I’d ignore it. but something made me choose up.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Knock at Midnight:. AI-Generated.
The night time became heavy with silence, the kind that presses against your chest and makes each breath experience like a secret. Aisha sat alone in her dimly lit rental, her palms wrapped round a chipped porcelain mug. The tea inside had lengthy long gone bloodless, however she held it besides, as though the warmth would possibly return if she just waited long enough.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Confessions
The Disappearing Act:. AI-Generated.
I hadn’t heard from Zara in three days. That wasn’t uncommon—she was the sort of individual who disappeared for some time, then came again with stories that made you question truth. but this time felt one-of-a-kind.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Confessions
The Scent of Rain:. AI-Generated.
Alina had in no way appreciated rain. It reminded her of the night her mom died—Karachi’s skies weeping as if they knew some thing she didn’t. That night time, the heady scent of rosewater and sandalwood lingered inside the air, a fragrance her mom wore religiously. but after her dying, Alina may want to in no way recreate it. She attempted each method, every ratio. not anything felt right.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
The Woman Who Became Freedom: The Story of Qandeel Baloch:. AI-Generated.
Prologue: A Selfie That Shook the Counrty That night time, Qandeel published a selfie — a grin, a flash of eyeliner, a quiet scream for freedom. a few preferred it, a few shared it, and lots of hurled abuse. but behind that photo changed into a protracted, painful adventure — a lady who turned into once Fouzia, who have become Qandeel, and then a symbol.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in History
SECOND LIFE:. AI-Generated.
Rayan Khan lived a quiet, nearly invisible lifestyles in Lahore. At 32, he had no circle of relatives, few pals, and a recurring that hardly ever changed. every morning, he walked to his small photograph layout studio, sipped chai on the equal nook stall, and again to a modest condo packed with books and silence. He was content—or at least he idea he turned into.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Confessions
She Wasn’t My Grandma — She Was My Kidnapper:. AI-Generated.
When I was little, all people used to mention I was my grandma’s favourite. She’d hold my hand anywhere — grocery shop, church, even if we crossed the street. Her palm became tough, her hands always trembling, but her touch supposed domestic.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Families
The Last Birthday Gift:. AI-Generated.
Ali changed into simplest 9 when his mom died. Cancer had taken her slowly—first her hair, then her strength, and sooner or later her voice. but she never allow him see her cry. She smiled thru the pain, braided his hair with trembling hands, and whispered bedtime testimonies even when her lungs begged for rest.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Families
The Elevator That Never Closed:. AI-Generated.
The Cecil Hotel stood like a relic of forgotten nightmares—its partitions soaked in decades of tragedy. as soon as a glamorous destination, it had turn out to be infamous for suicides, murders, and visitors who checked in however in no way looked at. among them was Elisa Lam, a 21-year-old Canadian student who arrived by myself, complete of hope, curiosity, and a thirst for journey.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Horror
The Locked Diary of Room 306:. AI-Generated.
Room 306 was never meant to be rented. It sat quietly on the end of the hallway inside the old Rosewood hotel, its door usually locked, its windows sealed close.Staff whispered about it, guests avoided it, and the manager—Mr. Karim—kept its key in a drawer he in no way opened. until one rainy night in November, when a strength outage compelled the resort to relocate a guest. with no other rooms to be had, Mr. Karim reluctantly handed over the important thing to Room 306.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Horror
Missing, But Not Gone. AI-Generated.
Karachi, 2015. It become a damp August Evening when ten year old Ayaan vanished from the narrow streets of Gulshan-e-Iqbal. One second he became chasing a kite, the following — long gone. No screams, no clues, no ransom. just silence.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Humans
