Holiday
“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
AI for the Mind
The Rise of Digital Therapy Tools In recent years, mental health has become a central topic across Europe, with rising awareness about depression, anxiety, and burnout. Traditionally, access to therapy has been limited by long waiting times, high costs, and stigma. This is where artificial intelligence (AI) has stepped in, offering new ways to make mental health support more accessible.
By Muhammad Ibrahim5 months ago in Fiction
The Café Where Time Stood Still
The rain was relentless that afternoon, washing the streets in silvery streaks that reflected neon signs and hurried umbrellas. I ducked into a narrow alley, hoping for a shortcut, when I saw it: a small café tucked between two tall buildings, almost as if it had been hiding from the world. Its sign read simply “Café Temps.”
By arsalan ahmad5 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
Goodbye, Forever Home
Goodbye, Forever Home Joanne lingered in the doorway, her hand resting against the faded wooden frame that had welcomed her countless times. The keys jingled faintly in her palm—small, metallic ghosts of a life about to be surrendered. For thirty years, this house had been her anchor. It had heard her laughter, muffled her sobs, and held the silence of long nights when only the ticking clock kept her company.
By Wings of Time 5 months ago in Fiction
The Stranger on Willow Street
M Mehran Willow Street had always been the quietest corner of Brookfield. Lined with old oak trees and modest houses, it was the kind of street where neighbors waved at each other from their porches and children played hopscotch until the streetlights came on. Nothing unusual ever happened there—until the stranger arrived.
By Muhammad Mehran5 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
The Algorithm That Dreamed
Story In the year 2074, dreaming was no longer a private act. The Somnus Corporation had changed everything with their invention: Dreamfeeds. For a monthly fee, people could subscribe to curated dream experiences. No more restless nights or nightmares—just stories crafted by advanced AI, perfectly tuned to desires, fears, and secret longings. Romance, adventure, peace, even flight—dreams were now entertainment.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Fiction
