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The Silent Choir
They called him the Mute Miracle. No one remembered his name—only his presence. A calm figure who walked through broken villages with a satchel of herbs and a soul full of song. But no one had ever heard his voice. Only a low hum, like a lullaby echoing from another world. When he placed his hands on wounds, the pain lessened. When he closed his eyes, the restless slept.
By F. M. Rayaan9 months ago in Fiction
Ashes of the Burned
When Aelia's village was reduced to ash by the Unitist Seekers, all that remained was silence—and her. The fire that consumed her home did not touch her skin, but it scarred her soul. Justice was preached as flames devoured her past. The Seekers called it divine cleansing. She called it annihilation.
By F. M. Rayaan9 months ago in Fiction
Inheritance: The Lost Prayer
The ruins of the monastery always whispered, but no one listened anymore. Toma did. He had grown up on their edges, sleeping under shattered stone arches and moss-covered saints whose faces time had erased. The villagers called him "beynaam" — the nameless. No parents, no lineage, just a boy who wandered too close to sacred ground.
By F. M. Rayaan9 months ago in Fiction
The Piper’s Song
The boy should have known something was wrong the moment he glanced back over his shoulder, but he was too tired and wary and afraid to register the truth. He followed the sound of the keening pipe. Its unfamiliar melody, absurdly cheerful, jarred him from the carnage. It filtered through the pores of his skin and infused him with the strength and warmth he needed to run through the icy clutches of winter.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Fiction
The Näkki’s Curse: A Haunting Legend from the Finnish Woods
Eldmere, Finland "Äiti, why can't we go into the woods again?" a small seven-year-old boy asks, voice curious, as he gets into bed. He pulls his covers over him as he lays down. The boy's mother gives him a small smile and helps him settle in. The moonlight casts a soft glow through the window.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Fiction
The Grief Eater: Trapped Inside the Bodies I Consumed
THE FIRST TIME I ate someone’s grief, it was an accident. My aunt had just died, and my cousin couldn’t stop crying at the funeral. She clutched her mother’s wedding ring so tight her knuckles grew white. When she hugged me, she pressed the ring into my palm.
By Muhammad Sabeel9 months ago in Fiction
"The Black Hospitality Law: The Curse of the Adel Family"
Chapter 1: The Sinister Pact Cairo, 1995 On a dark winter night, four university students gathered in a crumbling apartment in Sayyida Zeinab. Between glasses of cold hibiscus tea and nervous laughter, they dared to challenge the forbidden: summoning a spirit using a Ouija board.
By Ahmed Abdeen9 months ago in Fiction
Lemonade Skies
The first thing Ava noticed when she stepped off the bus was the smell of lemons. Not strong, not artificial — just faint enough to feel real. The kind of scent that danced through the summer breeze and reminded her of freedom, even if she hadn’t felt it in a long time.
By Esther Sun9 months ago in Fiction
It Ends with Us – Colleen Hoover
The room was quiet, save for the ticking of the old clock on the wall. Emma sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers digging into the thick fabric of the quilt, trying to ground herself in something solid. Anything but the storm swirling in her chest.
By Jawad Khan9 months ago in Fiction
🔍 The Last Message: Part 2 – The Truth in the Shadows . AI-Generated.
Rain tapped against the hospital window like a warning she couldn’t ignore. Detective Lena Moore sat upright in her bed, bruised and stitched, holding the burnt remnants of the recorder that nearly ended her life. The explosion was no accident — it was staged. A message. A test.
By Mehedi hasan9 months ago in Fiction
