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"Whispers in the Leaves"
Long ago, there was an old oak under a meadow with rolling hills and golden grass in the background, quiet as hell. Age wore off its thick, bushy trunk and extended branches like large, open arms.... The leaves were inhabited by birds, squirrels, and insects. Through generations, the tree had been keeping watch over the land, enduring thunderous storms, burning summers and gentle springs in winter. It maintained peace without disturbance.
By Osman Ahmed7 months ago in Fiction
The Umbrella Without Rain
Part 1: The Inheritance of Dry Tears The umbrella arrived the day Elara’s grandmother vanished. Not died—vanished. One moment, Nana Rosa sat knitting beneath her favorite pear tree; the next, only her indigo shawl remained, wrapped around a long velvet box.
By Habibullah7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Librarian of Babel
The streets were silent, save for the hum of surveillance drones gliding above the crowd, their mechanical eyes scanning every face below. Posters with bold red letters plastered the walls: KNOWLEDGE IS DANGEROUS. FORGET THE PAST. LIVE FOR THE FUTURE.
By Sting Stories7 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Promise
Part 1: The Inheritance of Gears Elara’s grandfather died on a Tuesday. By Friday, she stood in his clock shop, "Chronos & Heart," breathing air thick with oil and loneliness. Hundreds of timepieces covered the walls—grandfather clocks sighing like tired giants, pocket watches humming in drawers, cuckoo clocks silent behind sealed doors.
By Habibullah7 months ago in Fiction
A Love Letter to photography
I write this from the edge of a cliff in Santorini, the Aegean stretched out like a brushstroke of blue beneath the sun. You’d love this place—the way the sky kisses the sea, the quiet whispers of the wind, the hum of life that pulses beneath the whitewashed walls. It reminds me of you. Everything beautiful does.
By Israr khan7 months ago in Fiction
"The Clockmaker's Secret"
In the heart of a forgotten town where time seemed to stand still, there lived an old clockmaker named Elias Grey. His shop, tucked between two crooked brick buildings, had no sign — only the soft ticking of countless clocks behind foggy windows betrayed its purpose.
By Israr khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Librarian's Apprentice
The Librarian's Apprentice Written by Noor Muhammad In a quiet seaside town in Portugal, far from Lisbon’s buzz and the glamour of tourist trails, lived a boy named Luca. He was the son of a fisherman who rarely returned home dry and a mother who worked at a local diner, wiping tables and dreams at the same time.
By Moonlit Letters7 months ago in Fiction
Hearts against the Storm
The night was colder than usual, with a restless wind scraping across the empty roads as I rode toward the old farmhouse. I had no backup. No phone. Just the folded copy of the evidence Hamza had given me, tucked in my inner coat pocket. And a flicker of hope that somehow, this meeting — this trap — might be the end of it all.
By Mehmood Niaz7 months ago in Fiction
Hearts Against the Storm
The first time I saw Alya, she was standing beneath the old mulberry tree in our school’s back garden, sunlight tangled in her hair, her scarf fluttering like a silent rebellion against the breeze. She was humming to herself — unaware, I think, that someone was falling in love with her from across the corridor.
By Mehmood Niaz7 months ago in Fiction
