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The Last Feather of Vithariel
The Last Feather of Vithariel They said the gods once sang from the mountain peaks, and the birds carried their songs across the wind.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh7 months ago in Fiction
The Serpent's Heart
My father traveled to the most remote corners of the Earth, searching for lost cities, forgotten tribes, and ancient myths. But his last journey was different. It was a search for something he had lost long ago—a piece of himself. He had spent his entire life looking for a mythical island, a place that was said to hold the secrets of the universe. He called it the "Serpent's Heart."
By BG7 months ago in Fiction
The Cursed Reunion
I remember the initial days in the Orphanage when I was brought there at 4, a small, scared child with a worn-out doll. My brother, Raghav, was six. They told me he was a handful, always getting into trouble, always trying to run away. But to me, he was just my brother, my only link to a past I couldn’t remember. He was my protector, the one who would sneak me extra biscuits at dinner and tell me stories of a world outside the orphanage walls.
By BG7 months ago in Fiction
The mirror of the second chances
A cold breeze danced through the cracks of the abandoned cottage as Maya brushed dust from the old mirror. It had been years since anyone had set foot inside. The house belonged to her grandmother, a woman known in the village for strange tales and stranger antiques. Now, after her passing, Maya had returned—not to reclaim her inheritance, but to find a part of herself that she'd lost along the way.
By Shehzad khan7 months ago in Fiction
No One Won the War. AI-Generated.
Once, nestled between the shimmering rivers and towering mountains, lay two powerful kingdoms—Elaris, proud and radiant in the west, and Dravorn, vast and resolute in the east. For generations, they coexisted in a fragile peace, their borders thick with tension, but their hands tied by trade, tradition, and an old, uneasy respect.
By Intresting Stories7 months ago in Fiction
The Lie That Cost Everything
Boredom is a dangerous thing—especially when you’re young and craving attention. A young boy in a quiet village spent each day watching sheep on a grassy hill. It was peaceful work, but dull. No one to talk to, nothing exciting ever happened. The sheep just ate, wandered, and occasionally made noise. Every day looked the same.
By Noor 7 months ago in Fiction
The Day Kindness Paid for Coffee
It Began with Rain and a Stranger The sky wept softly that morning — a silver curtain of rain falling over the quiet city.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh7 months ago in Fiction
The Best Goodbye I Never Said
The Best Goodbye I Never Said The last time I saw my father, we didn’t speak. Not because we were angry. Not because we had nothing to say.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh7 months ago in Fiction
The Last War We Almost Fought
The Last War We Almost Fought My grandfather used to tell me stories about war. He fought in one. Lost friends in another. And spent the rest of his life hoping we’d never see another one again.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh7 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Behind the Door
1. The Whispering House In the overlooked town of Elmbrook—where the wind murmured like a overlooked bedtime song and the crows roosted like prophets—stood an ancient, exhausted house. It had no title, but everybody called it The Wilt House. Children strolled quicker close it; older folks whispered supplications; and those who had once challenged to trespass carried their hush like a mystery curse.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Fiction
Delete Me If You Can
It started with a tag. Nothing unusual — just a photo of me and a few friends from college, posted by someone named @TheRealSophieBlack.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh7 months ago in Fiction
The Last Phone Call
The Last Phone Call Some calls aren't meant to be answered. By Darwesh The phone rang at 1:47 a.m.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh7 months ago in Fiction