Fable
The Magic of Tea
Auther Name Hazratullah In a small valley surrounded by rolling green hills, where morning fog kissed the earth and soft breezes carried whispers of dew, there was a village known for one thing above all else—its tea. The people who lived there did not think of tea as just a drink; for them, it was a companion, a healer, and a silent storyteller.
By Asmatullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Coffee Cup Left Behind
It was a Tuesday afternoon when I noticed the cup. It sat on the windowsill of the little café I sometimes escaped to when I needed quiet. The cup wasn’t anything special — chipped white ceramic with a faint blue ring around the rim. It looked as though it had been forgotten, maybe set down by someone who had stepped out for a smoke and never returned. But there it was, catching the soft light that spilled through the glass, and for reasons I couldn’t explain, I couldn’t stop looking at it.
By arsalan ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
Cast No Shadow
The road takes all. She laid atop him, thigh against thigh, breath heavy on his neck. The first light of morning registered through the window slats, painting the rough and worn floorboards a dazzlingly soft orange. The movements, the breaths, all performative at best: hers for the coin in the offing, his because his thoughts were far from the dingy rented bedroom. Liquor, women, God–all failed to draw his mind away from the horizon.
By Matthew J. Fromm5 months ago in Fiction
The Grandfather's Legacy: When the Box Opens the Gates of the Underworld
I thought my life was perfect: a 24-year-old young man, an athlete, working as an event photographer, living with my parents in our modest home. My father was a Quranic healer, and my grandfather was a scholar of jinn and supernatural beings. But I always refused to get involved in this world. I used to tell him, "I don't believe in these things, Grandpa." He would wisely reply, "This isn't your choice, Majid. It's your destiny."
By Ahmed Abdeen5 months ago in Fiction
Greedy Dog
Auther Name Hazratullah Once in a quiet village nestled between rolling hills, there lived a dog named Bruno. Unlike other dogs in the village, Bruno was not content with the scraps left behind by villagers or the occasional bone tossed his way. He was endlessly hungry—not just for food, but for everything that glittered and seemed valuable.
By Asmatullah5 months ago in Fiction
AI Retold: The Three Little Pigs. AI-Generated.
[[ This is the second of an exploratory series where I prompt modern AI to retell classic fairy tales or fables, mainly out of curiosity to see what the AI extracts from the process and results in. In this case, it was Copilot with the Smart feature, probably running some iteration of GPT-5.
By Taylor Inman5 months ago in Fiction
Shadows on the Edge of Tomorrow
The train station was almost empty, except for a few scattered travelers dragging their suitcases across the cold concrete floor. The air smelled faintly of rain, and the giant clock above the platform ticked louder than usual, marking each second like a reminder that time was both a gift and a thief.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Fiction
Yixin Yixuan
ZBrush Sculpt - See more on IG or Artstation; Links below In a world divided by conflict and silent defiance, Yixin Yixuan travels as a seeker of peace. After losing her parents to violence and growing up with a warrior couple in the mountains, she stands for resilience and gentle strength. Her journey takes her from loss to legend, as she finds friends and shows a fractured world that sometimes the greatest victories come without fighting.
By Neshzivne Dadirri5 months ago in Fiction
