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Silent Island — Prisoner of Truth
The year is 1954. A violent storm brews over the Atlantic as U.S. Marshal Edward “Teddy” Daniels and his new partner Chuck Aule arrive at a remote island. Their destination? Ashecliffe Hospital, an ominous facility housing the criminally insane.
By Ameer Gull7 months ago in Fiction
The Silence That Taught Me Everything
The Silence That Taught Me Everything — A Journey Through Pain, Reflection, and Unexpected Wisdom I never used to fear silence. I simply never noticed it. My days were full—conversations, background noise, the hum of city life. But that was before everything fell apart. Before I realized that silence isn’t just the absence of sound. Sometimes, it’s the presence of something deeper. Something that demands to be heard.
By Kamran khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Door That Shouldn't Be There
Some Doors Open Without Permission It appeared on a Wednesday. Right there, in the hallway between the linen closet and the wall where a small table used to sit—a door. Plain. Matte gray. No knob. No frame. Just a flat, narrow rectangle pressed into the plaster like it had always been there, only I hadn’t noticed.
By Kamran khan7 months ago in Fiction
The Unconventional Path
For years, I followed the script. Go to college, get a good job, climb the corporate ladder, buy a house, settle down. It was the well-trodden path, the one society assured me would lead to stability, respect, and ultimately, happiness. I excelled in my role as a marketing manager, pulling long hours, hitting targets, and dutifully attending every networking event. On paper, I was a success. In reality, I was slowly suffocating, trapped in a gilded cage of expectations and a relentless pursuit of someone else's definition of "making it." The hum of the office lights became a constant reminder of the life I was supposed to be living, not the one I truly desired.
By Momin Shah7 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Howling Pine.. Content Warning.
The people of Dunridge always said the Pine Hollow wasn’t just a forest—it was a memory that never forgot. A dark place cursed with whispers, vanishing hikers, and cold winds that carried voices not born of this world.
By Muhammad Usama7 months ago in Fiction
Bloodline
They say blood is thicker than water. But no one tells you how heavy it can feel. I was born into a family where no one said “I love you” out loud. Where silence was tradition. And suffering ran through our veins like some kind of inheritance.
By Muhammad Usama7 months ago in Fiction
The Alchemy of Obsession
You know, life has this funny way of showing you things you never knew you needed. Or, more accurately, things you never knew could utterly consume you, like a wildfire through dry kindling. For Elara, before Rhys, life was a meticulously curated gallery. Every brushstroke on her canvas, every pigment mixed, every line of charcoal laid down was a conscious, deliberate act. Her world was a symphony of muted tones and sharp angles, a quiet, focused hum of creative energy. She was an artist, through and through, living and breathing the solitude required to coax beauty from blankness. Emotions? Messy. Relationships? Distracting. Love? A myth, or at best, a fleeting inspiration, not a life’s anchor.
By Kippler7 months ago in Fiction
The U.S. Fighter Jet B-2 Spirit – A Marvel of Stealth Technology
Introduction The B-2 Spirit, commonly known as the B-2 Stealth Bomber, is a highly advanced strategic bomber developed by the United States. Unlike traditional fighter jets, the B-2 is a long-range, stealth heavy bomber, capable of penetrating dense anti-aircraft defenses and delivering both conventional and nuclear weapons. Introduced in the late 20th century, the B-2 represents the cutting edge of aviation technology and military strategy, emphasizing stealth, precision, and deterrence.
By Ahmad shah7 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Nobody Noticed
The roll call echoed through the classroom like every other morning. “Amit?” “Present, sir.” “Riya?” “Present, sir.”
By Masih Ullah7 months ago in Fiction
“When the Old Meets the New”
It was a cloudy morning in Kolkata, and the air smelled like rain and old books. The narrow lanes of North Kolkata buzzed with their usual charm — chai stalls steaming, rickshaws honking, and old men chatting on worn-out benches.
By ETS_Story7 months ago in Fiction
The Way Her Coffee Tastes Like Home
The first time Ayaan saw her, she was dancing—badly, carelessly, and wonderfully—in the middle of a nearly empty café, trying to get the barista’s attention. She wore mismatched socks, an oversized beige sweater, and an unapologetic grin.
By M Ali7 months ago in Fiction
A Thief Has a Straw in His Beard
In a quiet, dusty village tucked far from the city’s reach, there lived a man named Kareem — known not for his good deeds, but for his clever tongue and slippery hands. He was always around when something went missing, but never quite close enough to catch. Chickens, coins, jewelry — small things would vanish like whispers in the wind, and yet Kareem remained untouched.
By TrueVocal7 months ago in Fiction