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Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 26). AI-Generated.
Whispers of the Shifting Seasons** Episode 26: The Storm Before the Truth By the time Evelyn and Liam reached the fortified safehouse on the outskirts of the city, the sky had already begun to darken. Heavy winter clouds churned above them, swollen with the weight of an incoming snowstorm. The wind carried a warning—sharp, cold, and trembling with an energy Evelyn couldn’t quite name. It felt like the world was holding its breath.
By Ahmed aldeabella29 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 25). AI-Generated.
The lantern swung gently from the branch, its warm glow painting the snow beneath it in trembling circles of gold. Evelyn’s breath puffed in short, uneven clouds as she stared at it— the same lantern that once hung beside the nursery door, lighting her childhood nights with a soft amber glow.
By Ahmed aldeabella29 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 24). AI-Generated.
Snow whispered against the cabin windows like fingers tapping from the outside. Evelyn sat at the edge of the old, soot-covered crib, gripping the photo the intruder had left behind. Her hands trembled, the edges of the picture digging into her skin.
By Ahmed aldeabella29 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 22). AI-Generated.
Night swallowed the forest long before the team reached the cabin. The cold had sharpened; the sky was steel-black; and every step Evelyn took felt heavier than the last. Rowan walked beside her, one hand near his holster, eyes scanning every shadow.
By Ahmed aldeabella29 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 17). AI-Generated.
Silence filled the sheriff’s office like a living thing. Evelyn stared at the photo on the desk— the woman who’d haunted her for days holding her like a daughter. The child standing beside her. A family portrait that should not exist.
By Ahmed aldeabella29 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 14). AI-Generated.
Rowan didn’t sleep. Neither did Evelyn. The inn felt less like shelter and more like a thin shell keeping out something ancient, persistent, and patient. Snow hammered the roof with steady force, and the storm wrapped the building in an eerie cocoon of white noise.
By Ahmed aldeabella29 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 13). AI-Generated.
Even after leaving the cabin, Evelyn could still hear the voice. Soft. Feminine. Unmistakably intentional. It replayed in her mind over and over again as Rowan drove away from the Vermont woods, faster this time, the wheels cutting through slush and fresh snow like a warning siren. The tension inside the car was thick enough to crush the air itself.
By Ahmed aldeabella29 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 12). AI-Generated.
The drive toward the abandoned cabin felt like a descent into another world. The Vermont landscape grew wilder with every mile—dense evergreens weighed down with snow, frozen streams glinting under the afternoon light, and a silence that felt too deliberate to be natural.
By Ahmed aldeabella29 days ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 11) . AI-Generated.
The morning after the package arrived felt unreal—too quiet, too still, too watchful. Snow had stopped falling, leaving behind a white sheet across the Brooklyn streets, reflecting the pale sun like a cold mirror. Evelyn stood by the window of her apartment, staring down at the street with a numbness that felt heavier than fear itself.
By Ahmed aldeabella30 days ago in Fiction
Life Lessons from Panchatantra Stories
Most of us grew up reading Aesop’s fables, but you may or may not have heard of the Panchatantra, a collection of ancient Indian stories. I learned the five tantras of the Panchatantra are: Mitra-bheda (The Loss of Friends), Mitra-lābha (The Gaining of Friends), Kākolūkīyam (War and Peace), Labdhapraṇāśam (Loss of Gains), and Aparīkṣitakārakam (Ill-considered Actions).
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Fiction
