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The Witch of Hollow Lane
The House at the End of the Lane: Hollow Lane wasn’t like other streets. Tucked between two ordinary neighborhoods, it was a place where the air hummed with something unseen—where the trees whispered secrets when the wind blew just right. And at the very end of the lane, where the cobblestones cracked and the streetlamps flickered, stood an old, ivy-cloaked house with a black door.
By its_ishfaq_ahmad9 months ago in Fiction
The Invisible Writer
I was a writer. I wrote books stories that breathed life into forgotten worlds and whispered secrets into the ears of readers. But now, I write in silence. Nobody knows. Nobody can see me. Something strange has happened to me, and I must tell you before it’s too late.
By Humara kalim9 months ago in Fiction
The Wallet in the Park
It was the kind of morning that whispered secrets to the trees. Golden sunlight filtered through the canopy of Everbrook Park, and the air smelled like fresh-cut grass. Thirteen-year-old Ravi wandered down the path, dragging his feet, a little bored and a lot curious. School was closed for the day. His friends were out of town, his parents were working, and worst of all—his phone was dead.
By Ahmad Malik9 months ago in Fiction
The Honest Woodcutter — A Moral Story About Integrity
In a quiet village nestled at the edge of a vast forest, lived a poor woodcutter named Harun. Each day before sunrise, he ventured into the forest, his worn axe resting on his shoulder and hope in his heart. Life wasn’t easy—his hands were blistered, his clothes faded, and his earnings barely enough to care for his ailing mother. But Harun had something rare: he was honest to the core.
By Ahmad Malik9 months ago in Fiction
The Legend of Chandra Deepti and the River That Disappeared
Long ago, before the Ganges carved her mighty arms through Bengal, when the Sundarbans were still only whispers in the mangrove winds, there existed a village called Shonarbil — the land of golden wetlands. In this peaceful village, surrounded by lush paddy fields and lotus-covered ponds, lived a young woman named Chandra Deepti. Her name meant "Moonlight Radiance", and the villagers believed she was blessed by Chand Bibi, the mythical guardian of purity and rivers.
By Md. Mizanoor Rahman9 months ago in Fiction
A Himalayan Adventure That Changed Us
Last year, my best friend and I did something reckless—we booked tickets to Nepal on a whim. Neither of us had ever trekked seriously before. I’d get winded climbing stairs to my apartment; she thought "hydration" meant drinking coffee. Yet there we were, standing in Kathmandu’s chaotic streets, staring at our oversized backpacks and realizing: We’re actually doing this.
By michal lenden9 months ago in Fiction
The Dragon’s Oath: A Tale of Ashes and Roses
Chapter 1: The Bargain The village of Blackthorn was dying. For months, the great black dragon Ignarion had circled their skies, his shadow darkening the fields, his fiery breath withering their crops. The elders had tried offerings—gold, livestock, even their finest wines—but nothing satisfied the beast. Then, one fateful evening, the dragon spoke.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Fiction
