Holiday

The Bitter Sweet Lesson
The Bitter Sweet Lesson When a Mistake Turned Into a Life-Changing Realization BY:Ubaid It was a bright afternoon when I found myself at my best friend Hadiya’s house. She had invited a few close friends to celebrate her achievement—first position in the annual school exams. Along with me, our two other classmates, Aafia and Sameera, were also present. Since all of us had scored good marks, we had decided that each of us would contribute one homemade dish for the occasion.
By Ubaid 4 months ago in Fiction
The Last Train at Midnight
M Mehran Ethan was the kind of man who always missed things by a minute. He missed the bus by a minute, the elevator by a minute, even his father’s last phone call by a minute. Life had taught him to live with regret like a second skin.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Fiction
The Library Between Worlds
M Mehran Most people walked past the alley without noticing it. It was narrow, damp, and always smelled faintly of smoke. But Aria had always been drawn to places that seemed forgotten.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Fiction
If It Were You. AI-Generated.
A world was born, Amoebas were introduced, And then the industrial revolution came along. Everybody believes this gets us to evolution and possibly also absolution.
By samit sumlaliya4 months ago in Fiction
The Man Who Planted Rain
One morning, under a sky bleached white by heat, an old man knelt in the dust at the edge of a forgotten village. His name was Noor—everyone called him Baba Noor—and he was planting seeds again.
By meerjanan4 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror in Room Six
M Mehran When traveling for work, Daniel never expected much from the hotels he stayed in—sterile lobbies, thin walls, and coffee that tasted like cardboard. But the motel he checked into that rainy Thursday was stranger than most.
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 Ghost
Grandma Baker and I stood out in the pouring rain, milling over our choice for a potential Jack O’ lantern carefully. I picked up various pumpkins, feeling them for heft and softness. Once I found the perfect one, I showed it to Grandma Baker and carried it to the checkout stand, already set up near the entrance to the pumpkin patch! Mr. Gravy wore blue jeans and an oversized Kent State Hooded sweatshirt.
By DJ Robbins4 months ago in Fiction
When Trust Breaks
Trust. Such a fragile word, yet it holds the power to build or break entire lives. I learned this not through books or wise sayings but through the scars life left on me—scars that still ache when the nights get too quiet.
By Nadeem Shah 4 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
It was a quiet evening when I stumbled upon the letter. The house was unusually still, the kind of silence that presses on your chest and makes you feel like something is about to change. I hadn’t been looking for secrets; I was simply searching for an old notebook in the wooden chest my mother kept locked in her room. But fate has a strange way of revealing truths when we least expect them.
By Nadeem Shah 4 months ago in Fiction
Under the Crimson Sky
The crimson sky stretched endlessly above, its fiery glow spilling across the horizon like blood on sand. For most villagers, it was just another sunset, another day slowly slipping into the night. But for Ayaan, the sight of that sky was both a curse and a reminder—a curse of the past he could never completely bury, and a reminder of the fight he could no longer run away from.
By Nadeem Shah 4 months ago in Fiction
“Echoes of an Evening Walk”
write by [MR HASHAM] Echoes of the Evening Walk Sham dhal rahi thi, asmaan ne suraj ke peeche laal aur sunehri rang phela diye the. Aaliya apni beti Sana ka haath pakad kar purane kachay raste par chal rahi thi. Dono ki chaal halki thi, jaise waqt ko zara dheere karna chahti ho.
By Muhammad hasham5 months ago in Fiction