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Of Chaos and Consequence. Top Story - May 2025.
Consequences, mapped, spread, and stretched across the chaos they so deftly served in their given time, are ordered by unseen forces. We grasp at straws to find reason and rhyme, some semblance of "the why" when the seemingly random shatters our steady ground.
By Paul Stewart9 months ago in Fiction
The Monkey and the Man
A long time ago, in a quiet village near a big forest, lived a friendly monkey named Kiki. Kiki was different from the other monkeys. While most monkeys stayed in the forest and were afraid of people, Kiki loved humans. He liked watching them talk, play, cook, and work. He found their world interesting and fun.
By Imran Khan9 months ago in Fiction
The Bridge Between Us
In the quiet village of Bhairavpur, nestled between two green hills and cut by a slow-moving river, lived two boys — Ayaan and Rehan. From the moment they could walk, they were inseparable. Whether it was climbing mango trees, racing through the fields, or helping each other with homework, they did everything together. They even had a secret hiding spot — an old wooden bridge that connected their side of the village to the marketplace across the river.
By Muhammad waqas9 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Daughter
No one ever left Greyhill. It was a town untouched by the speed of the outside world — tucked between foggy hills and a forest that always smelled like rain. The buildings were old, but the clocks were never wrong. Every hour, dozens of tower bells chimed in perfect harmony, like the heartbeat of something ancient and unseen.
By Inamullah Afridi9 months ago in Fiction
The Relentless Pursuit of a Dream
There is a moment in every life when a dream takes shape. It can happen anywhere, while walking home from work, during a quiet evening, or even in the middle of a noisy morning. For Emma, that moment arrived when she realized she wanted to be a successful graphic designer. Not just any designer, but someone whose work could inspire others, someone who could bring ideas to life in ways that spoke louder than words.
By Hassan Qureshi9 months ago in Fiction
Counting What Matters
In a world increasingly driven by numbers — steps walked, hours worked, likes gathered, and items bought — it’s easy to confuse accumulation with value. We’re surrounded by the visible: the clutter on our desks, the overflowing inboxes, the to-do lists that stretch endlessly. But beneath the surface, there's another kind of inventory — one that’s quieter, more personal, and far more meaningful. This is the inventory of the heart: the people, moments, values, and memories that define us. Taking stock of what we truly have and hold isn't just an organizational task — it's an act of self-awareness.
By Habibullah khan 9 months ago in Fiction
Burning Thoughts
In a quiet town tucked between the edges of a forest and the rhythm of a river, lived a young man named Rayan. He was a reserved soul, not for lack of words, but for the overwhelming tide of thoughts that crashed inside his mind. He wasn't the kind to speak first, or speak often—but when he did, there was a weight, a warmth, a strange illumination to his words. People noticed, but few ever really understood.
By Taslim Ullah9 months ago in Fiction
