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The Room No One Enters
The taint of death lingered, even after every physical remnant had been cleaned away. Floors could be scrubbed and disinfected, carpets replaced, tiles and boards scoured, bodies removed... but the feeling remained. An odd miasma of horror, shock and bone-deep grief, tinged with the knowledge that no human had set foot in the room in years.
By Natasja Rose2 months ago in Fiction
The Night the Drones Returned
The Night the Drones Returned The night was colder than usual in the small Afghan border village of Sarkha. Winter had already settled into the valley, and people were trying to sleep early under heavy quilts. But on this night, no one would rest. Shortly after 11:43 PM, the familiar and terrifying sound returned to the skies. A faint hum, a trembling vibration, a noise that every villager had learned to fear. The drones had come back.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Fiction
The Ceasefire That Almost Failed Again
The Ceasefire That Almost Failed Again Ceasefires in Afghanistan have never been simple. They are written on paper but lived in mountains—mountains that do not care for agreements, politics, or promises. And on the night of the latest regional crisis, that old truth returned with frightening force.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Fiction
How the Conflict Nearly Escalated into Full War
How the Conflict Nearly Escalated into Full War For years, the region had lived under a cautious balance—an invisible thread of pressure between Pakistan, India, and Afghanistan. Diplomats called it “controlled tension,” generals called it “the edge,” and civilians prayed it would never snap. But last week, the impossible nearly happened. For seventeen hours, the region stood just one wrong move away from a full three-front war.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Fiction
The Day Three Borders Burned
When Pakistan Faced Two Fronts Nobody expected the morning of 26 November to become the most frightening day in recent memory. Life in northern Pakistan began as usual—children preparing for school, shopkeepers opening their shutters, farmers heading toward fields still wet with dew.
By Wings of Time 2 months ago in Fiction
Imposter in a gingerbread house
The first snowfall of winter had just begun when the small village of Frostwhistle prepared for its most loved celebration—the Grand Gingerbread House Contest. Every home glowed with colorful lights, and the warm scent of cinnamon drifted through the chilly air. Bakers, children, and even elders spent days crafting the sweetest, most magical gingerbread creations imaginable.
By waseem khan2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Song in the Snow. AI-Generated.
Anton Markovic was known only by the sound of his violin. He played every evening at the frozen train station under the city bridge, where footsteps echoed like ghosts and the cold bit the bones of anyone foolish enough to linger.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
Ancient Minarets of Afghanistan . AI-Generated.
The desert wind carried a warm breath across the valley as the last shades of daylight slid behind the rugged mountains of central Afghanistan. In the heart of that vast silence stood the ancient minaret—tall, proud, and unbroken despite the centuries that had passed around it. Villagers called it **“The Silent Watcher.”** But for twelve-year-old **Samir**, it was much more than a monument. It was a mystery waiting to be solved.
By Bilal Mohammadi2 months ago in Fiction
Persephone’s Library
“Perhaps Apollo and Themis could assist with getting everyone settled,”Athena raised a finger to her cheek as she spoke. Brilliant, as usual. I produced a map for Themis and the nymphs lost their foolishness altogether. What they wouldn’t give for that map.
By Harper Lewis2 months ago in Fiction
🌙 “Grandma’s Last Petal”
---Story Begins I was eleven years old when my grandmother first showed me the flower. It lived in an old glass jar, the kind that used to hold honey years before I was born. The jar sat on the smallest shelf in her room — the one I wasn’t allowed to touch unless she was with me.
By Muhammad Kashif 2 months ago in Fiction
The Duelist. Top Story - November 2025.
The rays of a dying red sun flashed against the onrushing blade. The grey beards say the key to dueling lies in size, speed, reach, righteous fury, whatever the person in front of them pays them to say. Matteo knew better than any it was none of these and had an undefeated record on these sands to prove it.
By Matthew J. Fromm2 months ago in Fiction
