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*The Mysterious Suitcase*
It was a quiet Tuesday morning in the village of Nangal, the kind where even the chickens seemed to yawn in slow motion. Shabir, the tea stall owner, wiped down his counter with a faded cloth, the kettle humming softly beside him. That’s when he saw it—a black suitcase, sitting upright on the wooden bench outside his shop, as if it had been waiting for someone important.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
Become A Millionaire
.1 Don't be rude in conversation. 2. Control your anger. 3. Do good to others. 4. Avoid pride. 5. Forgive others. 6. Speak softly.
By Tariq Pathan 6 months ago in Fiction
The Last Song of Elaris. Content Warning.
In the mist-shrouded valley of Elaris, where the mountains hummed with forgotten magic, lived a young bard named Lyria. Her voice could weave spells, a gift inherited from her mother, who vanished when Lyria was a child. The villagers revered Lyria, but her heart ached for the mother she barely knew and the songs she could no longer sing—songs that once tamed storms and mended broken souls.
By Am@n Khan 6 months ago in Fiction
THE LAST SIGNAL
Chapter 1: Static in the Void The radio crackled to life at 3:47 AM, jolting Maya Chen from her restless sleep in the abandoned NASA facility. For three months, every frequency had been dead—no news broadcasts, no emergency signals, no human voices cutting through the cosmic static that had swallowed civilization whole.
By noor ul amin6 months ago in Fiction
Beyond the Baby: Unveiling the True Face of the Biblical Cherubim
Beyond the Baby: Unveiling the True Face of the Biblical Cherubim When you hear the word "cherub," a single image likely comes to mind: a plump, rosy-cheeked baby with tiny wings, often seen in Renaissance art or on Valentine's Day cards. This cute, harmless figure is a cornerstone of popular culture, but it's a world away from the reality described in scripture. The true biblical cherub is a powerful, fearsome, and magnificent being, a high-ranking member of the angelic hierarchy.
By Sthephanie6 months ago in Fiction
When the Lion Fell
When the Lion Fell — A Tale of Two Foxes and the Rise of a New Reign The forest does not forget. Its soil drinks stories, its trees bear scars, and its wind carries whispers too old for time to erase. Deep in this wilderness—where shadows are longer than memory—ruled a lion named Azhdar. His mane was thick with dried blood, his claws dulled from too many kills. He did not roar to speak, he roared to silence. He was not a king. He was a tyrant.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Fiction
Miller's Girl
Miller’s Girl – Part 1 If you blink, you’ll miss Miller’s Grove. One stoplight, a diner that still uses hand‑written tickets, and a Main Street that smells like cinnamon in the fall and fresh‑cut grass in the summer. It’s the kind of place where nothing changes except the shade of paint on the post office door, and even that happens only when the old one starts to peel.
By Shakespeare Jr6 months ago in Fiction
*The Last Light*
In the quiet town of Crestwood, where mornings began with a soft veil of fog draping over the hills and the cobblestone streets held the echoes of generations, lived a woman named Elara. She wasn’t loud or bold, but people remembered her—her stillness, the way she listened like every word mattered, and the faint sadness in her eyes that somehow felt comforting, like the hush before snowfall.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Fiction
The Thorns of the Wild
Story: The forest never forgets. Its roots carry whispers, and its wind howls with ancient truths. Beneath its leafy canopy, stories of betrayal and survival are etched into every stone, claw-marked tree, and crimson puddle.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Beneath the Pines
In the far edges of the old forest, where the pine trees bend like monks in prayer and moonlight hangs heavy like secrets, two foxes moved side by side. One was swift, amber-eyed, her steps light as wind over water. The other, limping but proud, carried old scars that time refused to erase. Their names were lost to the world, but to each other, they were everything.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Fiction
Foxes in the Fog
Foxes in the Fog In the dense hush of the forest, where fog snakes between black-barked trees and time bends around moss and root, two foxes moved through silence. One limped, her left paw torn by a trap now long abandoned. The other—sleek, crimson, alert—walked beside her, never letting their eyes drift from the shifting veil of mist ahead.
By Saeed Ullah 6 months ago in Fiction
The Eagle and the Hen
The Eagle and the Hen Long ago, when the sky was closer and the clouds danced freely with the treetops, the animals lived as one family. There was no hunting, no fear. Just community. Among them were the eagle, Akroma, and the hen, Afia.
By Muhammad Younas6 months ago in Fiction