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The Silent Climb
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and calm lakes, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was quiet by nature, often seen sitting under the old fig tree with a faraway look in his eyes. While others played, he would sketch mountains, write in his worn notebook, and stare at the peaks beyond the horizon.
By meerjanan5 days ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Attic
There was a house on the edge of the village that no one spoke of, not unless the wind was still and the night felt too long. It stood at the top of the hill, half-hidden by ivy and time, its windows clouded with dust, its porch sagging under the weight of years. The other children said it was cursed. They claimed they’d seen shadows where there should be none, heard laughter when the house had been empty for decades.
By meerjanan5 days ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjanan5 days ago in Fiction
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting When people think about war, they imagine soldiers, tanks, and explosions. But today, some of the most dangerous battles are happening quietly—without gunfire, without borders, and often without the public even noticing. This is the age of cyber warfare, and it has already changed how nations compete for power.
By Wings of Time 6 days ago in Fiction
The Gentle Work of Loving You
“Sweetheart stop making a mess please” “Okay mama” “Do you want a snack?” “Yes thank you” “Here’s some cookies” “What happened sweetheart why are you screaming???”
By Diani Alvarenga6 days ago in Fiction
A Widow’s Hidden Fortune and a Lesson in True Wealth
I was sitting in the sterile waiting room of Dr. Ellis’s clinic, flipping through an outdated magazine, when my phone buzzed. It was my daughter, Sophia. Her voice was sharp. “Mom, Marcus and I are heading to Europe tomorrow. I sold the beach cottage and your old Chevy. We needed the cash.” The line went dead.
By anna6 days ago in Fiction
The Gift of the Heart
It was Christmas Eve, and the small apartment of Jim and Della was filled with a quiet sadness. They had very little, and what little they did have was precious. Jim, with his worn coat and tired eyes, had been working long hours as a clerk to make ends meet. Della, with her soft brown hair tied in a simple ribbon, counted every penny as she tried to make the holiday special.
By anna6 days ago in Fiction
The Woman and the Four Wolves. AI-Generated.
At the edge of a vast wilderness, where the forest met the mountains and the air carried the scent of pine and cold earth, lived a woman named Arelia. Few people knew of her existence, and even fewer had ever seen her. Those who traveled near the forest spoke of silence, glowing eyes between trees, and a woman who walked without fear.
By Bilal Mohammadi6 days ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Lived in the Forest. AI-Generated.
Deep beyond the last stone houses of the valley, there was a wide, quiet forest where sunlight moved gently through the leaves and the wind spoke in soft whispers. In that forest lived a young girl named Elina. She had lived there for as long as she could remember, in a small wooden cabin built beside a clear stream. While others found the forest frightening, Elina called it home.
By Bilal Mohammadi6 days ago in Fiction
My Daughter Says She Remembers Me From Before I Was Her Father
She knows the part of my life I erased By Anees Ul Ameen The first time my daughter said it, I thought she was joking.
By anees6 days ago in Fiction
The Space Between Us
The first thing I noticed about the building was the silence. It stood in the middle of a crowded city block, surrounded by traffic, noise, and movement, yet inside its walls, people lived as strangers. Doors closed quickly. Eyes avoided contact. Everyone carried their own lives like heavy luggage, careful not to bump into anyone else.
By Asghar ali awan6 days ago in Fiction
Immortality Pill Failure
Putin woke up after the injection, looked in the mirror, and dialed a number in panic, "Masha, I don't think this immortality pill works the way it's supposed to! Are you sure about the dosage?"
By Lana V Lynx6 days ago in Fiction