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Whispers in the Bookshop: chapter 2
The note sat on the kitchen counter, right beside Mara’s chipped coffee mug, as if it belonged there—like a bookmark slipped into a morning ritual. She hadn’t slept much. Her mind kept replaying the words from the letter, the curve of the handwriting, the way it had been folded so precisely, so carefully.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Fiction
The Platform Where He Waited
The sky was heavy with low, grey clouds as if it mourned something unspoken. The breeze carried a chill, not just from the cold, but perhaps from memory. On days like this, time felt slow, and the ordinary took on a strange beauty.
By Md Jubayer Hasan Tanvir9 months ago in Fiction
The Arctic Vault
The wind screamed across the barren wasteland of ice and rock as Ethan Kade stepped off the transport plane, boots sinking into permafrost. The pilot gave him a tight nod, then took off again without a word. No one wanted to linger near the Arctic Vault—not anymore.
By Esther Sun9 months ago in Fiction
Pilgrim’s Price
She came with dust on her boots and a prayer on her lips. The town was too quiet. Shops still had fruit in their baskets—wrinkled, dry. Horses stood frozen like statues. Children curled on porches as if caught mid-laughter. But no one breathed. No one blinked.
By F. M. Rayaan9 months ago in Fiction
The Widow’s Watch – Chapter Two
The following evening, Jonah found himself once again standing at the base of Greystone Manor. The ivy-clad tower loomed above, its silhouette bleeding into the graying sky. He didn’t know what drew him back—curiosity, guilt, or something unspoken whispering through the wind.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Fiction
The Whisper Beneath the Banyan Tree
In the sleepy village of Sonarpur, time moved slowly. The days were measured by the rising sun and the evening call to prayer, and news traveled not through phones or papers, but through mouths—mouths that whispered, gossiped, and sometimes, invented.
By Ahmed Rayhan9 months ago in Fiction
