Biography

The Echoes of Unbending will
The air in the mountain town of Naro Moru, at the foot of Mount Kenya, always carried the scent of pine and damp earth, a promise of the wild untamed beauty above. But for Elias, it carried the intoxicating aroma of his own certainty. He had climbed smaller peaks, navigated treacherous forests, and faced down swirling blizzards. Each triumph had chiseled away a silver of doubt, replacing it with an unshakeable conviction in his own abilities. He was, in his own mind, a titan of the high places, and mount Kenya, with its twin peaks reaching for the heavens, was merely the next challenge awaiting his conquest.
By Tallgirl6 months ago in Chapters
Shakira’s journey
A Star Born from Struggles Growing up in Barranquilla, Colombia, Shakira was an only child from a modest background. Her father lost his business when she was young, and to teach her humility, he took her to a local park where orphaned children lived. That moment deeply impacted her, and she promised herself she would help vulnerable children if she ever became successful.
By Mr.Zishan6 months ago in Chapters
🌫 Dream Logic and Sonic Fog: How Dark Ambient Disorients the Mind Into Meaning . AI-Generated.
Dreams don’t make sense—but somehow they matter. A forest becomes a stairwell. A face becomes your childhood home. You wake up not remembering what happened, but knowing something happened.
By Yokai Circle6 months ago in Chapters
Mah-e-Muhabat -part=3
Episode=3 Hanam silently followed Rashida to the room, unaware of the reason for her punishment. Her innocent heart was filled with fear, and she felt pain on her cheeks where marks had appeared. Would fate teach her the meaning of "Vani" or would she create a new history?
By Bilal Muhammad6 months ago in Chapters
The Town That Wouldn’t Quit
There was a small town tucked into the hills of Montana called Willow Creek. It wasn’t famous, it wasn’t rich, and it didn’t show up on most maps. But to the people who lived there, it was everything. A place where neighbors helped neighbors, where Fourth of July parades marched proudly down Main Street, and where the stars seemed to shine just a little brighter at night.
By AFTAB KHAN6 months ago in Chapters
"The Light Between Seasons"
Chapter One: The House on Windmere Hill The house on Windmere Hill had stood untouched for years — a quiet structure of stone and ivy, its shutters always closed, its garden forever wild.
By AFTAB KHAN7 months ago in Chapters
Mah-e-mohabbat
Mah-e-mohabbat . Episode=2 "Father, let go of my hand... the goat will go away," Hnum said, looking at Khushbakht. Khushbakht instinctively let go of her hand, and she ran to the goat, petting it and smiling. Meanwhile, the people in the gathering were leaving, and Khushbakht cast a final glance at Banum before departing.
By Bilal Muhammad7 months ago in Chapters
The Reflection Room
The Reflection Room by haris khan The first time Noah saw the mirror, it didn’t reflect him at all. He had been dared by two classmates to sneak into the abandoned south wing of Carter High, a part of the building sealed off since a fire years ago. The hallways smelled of mold and old paint. Locker doors hung crooked on their hinges, and crumpled pages of forgotten yearbooks littered the floors. But the room at the end of the corridor—the one behind the warped double doors—was untouched.
By Muhammad Haris khan afridi7 months ago in Chapters
🌌 Music for Spaces That Don’t Exist: Soundtracking Imaginary Worlds . AI-Generated.
There’s music for parties. Music for breakups. Music for long drives, chill Sundays, heartbreak recoveries. But what about music for worlds that aren’t real?
By The Yume Collective7 months ago in Chapters
Mah-e-mohabbat
Episode-1 This morning was going to change the lives of many unknown people. On one side were the inhabitants of Khan House, who were still reeling from the death of their child,
By Bilal Muhammad7 months ago in Chapters
The Silence Below
London was loud that night. The kind of loud that felt like it had crept into the cracks of the cobblestones, into the bones of the buildings, vibrating through the centuries. It wasn’t just traffic and tube brakes, or the squawks of drunken laughter spilling out of Soho pubs — it was a hum, a subterranean murmur, ancient and electric.
By maria7 months ago in Chapters
Go home and love your family
Go home and love your family, For the world outside is cold Vampires in suits, With smiles that never reach their eyes,
By Tallgirl7 months ago in Chapters