waseem khan
Bio
Stories (201)
Filter by community
The Day My Shadow Spoke Back
The Day My Shadow Spoke Back It began on a Tuesday, the kind of day that slips between calendar pages unnoticed, with overcast skies and coffee that tastes vaguely like memory. I had just finished rearranging my bookshelf — again — when I noticed something strange
By waseem khan6 months ago in Fiction
The Quiet Exit
The Quiet Exit Emma had never been one for grand gestures. She believed that sometimes, the loudest disappearances were the quietest. She learned this lesson slowly, step by step, as the world around her grew heavier with expectations and eyes that wanted more than she could give.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Writers
The Ticket That Stayed in My Drawer
The Ticket That Stayed in My Drawer For the Summer That Wasn’t Challenge By [waseem khan] The ticket still sits in the top drawer of my desk. Folded in half, edges worn soft from the hundred times I’ve picked it up, stared at it, then put it back.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Poets
The Suitcase of Forgotten Goodbyes
The Suitcase of Forgotten Goodbyes The airport always smelled faintly of jet fuel, floor wax, and coffee. For Lena, it was the scent of routine, of isolation wrapped in fluorescent light. She had worked as a janitor at Terminal B for nearly fifteen years, pushing her cart of cleaning supplies past gates, food courts, and duty-free shops. No one really noticed her. That was part of the job—being invisible.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Writers
