Fable
The Painter of Memories
M Mehran Elena lived in a small town where life moved quietly, like the slow river that curved through its center. She worked at the post office, sorted letters, and stacked packages. To most, she was invisible, a pair of hands behind the counter. But at night, she painted.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
"We need somewhere quiet," Ellie said, clutching her bag closer as they walked down the busy sidewalk. The Starbucks coffee still left a bitter aftertaste in her mouth, but the stolen money felt reassuring in her pocket. "Somewhere private where no one will see us disappear."
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Fiction
The Return of the Fallen Princ
It was supposed to be just another gray morning in the kingdom. The palace guards stood at their posts, the bells of the cathedral rang in their steady rhythm, and the air was heavy with the usual mix of duty and silence. But then the whispers started. A carriage had been spotted near the city gates, and inside it sat a familiar figure—one who had sworn never to return.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Return of the Prince: Shadows, Secrets, and a Silent Crown
The air was crisp in the old city, the kind of chill that carried whispers of autumn and memory. For Prince Adrian, it was more than just the cold that gnawed at him—it was the weight of returning home. Every smile, every handshake, every carefully staged moment had been rehearsed in advance. His advisors told him: Smile in every picture. Don’t look weary. Don’t frown. And above all, avoid anything that could be turned against you.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
When the Spotlight Shifts: A Tale of Rivalry, Loyalty, and the Vanishing Crown
The velvet curtains of fame never close quietly. Sometimes, they fall with a thud so loud it echoes through the halls of memory. That was exactly how Serena felt when she saw the headlines that morning: Victoria Hart, fashion icon, to headline major streaming series with full promotional push.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
The Train That Never Stops
M Mehran Every night at exactly 2:13 a.m., Sam heard the train. It was impossible. The town’s railway station had been closed for nearly twenty years, the tracks long abandoned, weeds curling around the rusted rails. Yet, like clockwork, the whistle echoed through the valley, low and mournful, followed by the distant rattle of wheels.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Fiction
The House That Waited
M Mehran On the outskirts of town, beyond the crooked oak trees and the overgrown path, stood a house no one claimed. Its paint peeled, windows sagged, and yet every night, one upstairs light glowed as though someone were still waiting inside.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Fiction
The Woman Who Bent Time
In the seaside town of Bellmere, there lived a woman whose presence seemed to bend the rules of time itself. Her name was Selina Marrow, and depending on who you asked, she was either in her early forties, her early fifties, or perhaps something else entirely. No one could quite agree.
By CelebCast Central4 months ago in Fiction
The Banquet of Pretend Perfection
Once upon a very modern time, in a world where cameras followed every stir of the spoon and every sparkle of the wine glass, there lived a woman named Seraphina Vale. She was not an ordinary hostess. No, Seraphina had once been celebrated as the star who could walk into any room and command attention. Her charm was supposed to be effortless, her taste unmatched, and her cooking show—her newest venture—meant to bring warmth, elegance, and inspiration to every household.
By Norul Rahman4 months ago in Fiction
