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From Dust to Diamonds
In a narrow, dust-covered street of an old village called Bahari, nestled between dry hills and forgotten dreams, lived a boy named Ayaan. His house was barely more than a patchwork of mud walls and a rusted tin roof that groaned with every passing breeze. His father, once a promising mason, had become paralyzed after a fall from a scaffold. His mother did odd jobs—washing clothes, sweeping houses, and sometimes fasting to ensure Ayaan had enough to eat.
By NIAZ Muhammad7 months ago in Fiction
Return of the Puppet Master
The night was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that settles like fog — heavy, unspoken, and full of dread. The old school building stood still, wrapped in darkness, its crumbling walls whispering secrets of the past. Somewhere in that eerie calm, the sharp, sudden scream of a little girl sliced through the night like a knife.
By Ameer Gull7 months ago in Fiction
Mind Game: When a Police Officer Took Down a Billionaire Mastermind
The city glimmered under the calm of the night, but beneath the shine, the truth was quietly dying. Adrian Ray was no ordinary officer. As part of the anti-corruption unit, he had built a reputation for thinking far ahead of his enemies. To him, crime wasn’t just bloodshed on the streets—it was the smiling faces behind corporate doors, the ones who manipulated minds, controlled narratives, and sold destruction as development.
By Ameer Gull7 months ago in Fiction
The Cartographer
Amelia’s life was a meticulously organized map, every street, every landmark, precisely placed. As a cartographer, she thrived on order, on the certainty of lines and labels. Yet, lately, her own internal map felt increasingly blank, particularly the regions marked "childhood" and "family." A vague, persistent ache resided where memories should have been, a blank space she couldn't fill. Her grandmother, the last living link to her past, had recently passed, leaving behind a house filled with echoes and a single, enigmatic inheritance: a worn leather-bound journal.
By Momin Shah7 months ago in Fiction
The Canvas
Elara lived in a city that hummed with a thousand unspoken dreams. Her own dream, however, felt increasingly muted, confined to the cramped corners of her studio apartment. Paintbrushes lay scattered like fallen soldiers, and canvases stared back, stubbornly blank. She was an artist, or at least, she used to be. Now, she mostly painted the bills due in her mind.
By Momin Shah7 months ago in Fiction
Love and Pride
It was an old street in Lahore, lined with dusty rose-colored bricks and narrow lanes that seemed to whisper stories of years gone by. In a modest house on that street lived Zimal, a beautiful, headstrong, and stubborn girl. Her greatest flaw was her pride. Since childhood, she had been taught never to bow her head before anyone — no matter how close, no matter how dear.
By Aman Ullah7 months ago in Fiction
Monkey Between the Bananas
In the heart of the Emerald Jungle, where the trees stretched into the clouds and the birds sang stories older than time, lived a young monkey named Momo. Momo was curious, clever, and just a little too confident for his own good. He believed he knew everything about the jungle—every vine to swing on, every tree to climb, and most importantly, every banana tree to raid.
By Masih Ullah7 months ago in Fiction
❤rian’s Night: When the Dark Almost Won❤
It was late at night. The wind whispered through the cracked window of a small room, lit only by a dying bulb. Arian sat on the edge of his bed, his hands gripping his face, his shoulders trembling — not from cold, but from the weight of everything he had tried to carry for too long.
By Abdulmusawer7 months ago in Fiction
