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Last Train: The truth of a mysterious night | Mysterious story. AI-Generated.
Last Train: The Truth of a Mysterious Night Author: [ratan lal ] Part 1: A normal night like any other Ravi was an ordinary man. He must have been around 28 years old, he was a software engineer in a private company. His office was in the middle of the city, and he used to reach the Central Railway Station at 11:20 every night after finishing his shift at 11 pm. His daily local train used to leave from platform number 3 at 11:30 pm.
By Horror best kahani10 months ago in Fiction
The Silence Between Us: A Story of Love, Regret, and Second Chances. AI-Generated.
The letter was never supposed to be read. Wrapped in the same pale blue paper she had always loved, it had been sitting in his drawer for over four years. Unopened, untouched—yet somehow, heavier than anything else he owned. And now, in the pale light of an April morning, Aarib stood on that familiar street in Peshawar, the letter clenched in his hand, his heartbeat louder than the city’s chaos around him.
By Muhammad Rehan10 months ago in Fiction
The Locket Under the Oak
The oak tree had always been a silent witness. Its leaves ruffled with tales that no one dared to hear, and its roots dug into the ground like ancient veins. It was simply "the haunted tree" at the woods' edge to the Willowbrook residents. But to 16-year-old Lila, it was a sanctuary—a place to escape her foster parents’ sharp words and the loneliness that gnawed at her bones.
By Md Johirul Islam10 months ago in Fiction
ChatGPT's New Image Library: A Step Towards OpenAI's Social Media Ambitions
An integrated image library that lets users store and manage their AI-generated images is a new feature that OpenAI has introduced to ChatGPT. In addition to improving user experience, this advancement suggests OpenAI's larger goals in the social media space.
By Sakibul Islam Sakib10 months ago in Fiction
The Quixotic Paradox: A Hallucinatory Pilgrimage Through Cervantes' Labyrinth
Prologue: The Birth of Literary Schizophrenia Imagine, if you will, a world where reality is but a flimsy curtain—and one man, armed with nothing but delusions and a rusted lance, tears it asunder with manic glee. Enter Don Quixote: part lunatic, part prophet, wholly unforgettable. Cervantes didn't merely pen a story in 1605; he unleashed a literary atom bomb, one that detonated the very boundaries between sanity and madness, comedy and tragedy, fiction and... something far stranger.
By MI BADSHA10 months ago in Fiction
Faded Pulse
Have you ever scrolled for hours... and still felt nothing? Not sad. Not broken. Just… empty. Like the world is moving, and you're watching from somewhere underwater.
By Debarghya Chatterjee10 months ago in Fiction
"I'm in Love with Two People—And They're Both Me" The First Time I Met Her
"You forgot to turn off the oven." I spun around. The oven was off. When I looked back, the glass had cleared—except for one lingering droplet sliding down like a tear.
By Wiki Rjm10 months ago in Fiction
"The Light Beneath the Rain"
It was one of those Thursdays that just didn't quite feel like itself from the start. The kind where the sky stayed the color of wet concrete, and the world just sort of limped along as if it had something heavy on its mind.
By Amzad Rahid10 months ago in Fiction
Dreamland: A Realm of Imagination and Magic
My Imaginary World in Dreamland A place untouched by reality, a dreamland constructed from my imagination's threads, can be found in the quiet corners of my mind. It is a haven where the laws of physics bend to the will of fantasy, where colors are brighter, emotions are more pure, and there are no limits to what is possible. This dreamland is more than just a place to get away; it's a place where creativity thrives, every thought takes shape, and the soul finds peace. The Dreaming Landscape My dreamland is a vast, ever-changing world. Some days, it is a floating city suspended among cotton-candy clouds, with bridges made of rainbows connecting towers of crystal and gold. The air is filled with the scent of blooming flowers that never wilt, and the sky shifts hues from dawn pink to twilight purple in a matter of moments. Other times, it transforms into an enchanted forest where trees whisper secrets, and fireflies dance in harmony with the wind.
By SM Saeed10 months ago in Fiction
The Parrot died and become free
There (once) was a merchant. And he had a parrot, imprisoned in a cage-- a beautiful parrot. (Now) when the merchant prepared for a journey (and) was about
By SAQIB AKRAM10 months ago in Fiction
Jack Blunderbuss and The Giant Weed-Stalk Conspiracy . Content Warning.
It was plain to see I wasn’t making any headway on the "Little Red Case." Too many dead ends, too much blood, and a town that had collectively agreed to shut the hell up. The whole place smelled like damp moss and unresolved trauma.
By L.K. Rolan10 months ago in Fiction
Playing card player
Once there was a man who was very fond of playing cards. One day he said to his wife - “One day invite Christ for lunch.”
By Nikita Angel10 months ago in Fiction