Holiday
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 7). AI-Generated.
Evelyn stayed frozen on the corner, breath forming trembling clouds in the cold air. Her heartbeat thudded painfully in her ears. The second-floor windows of the house remained dark, like hollow eyes staring back at her.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 5). AI-Generated.
Evelyn stared at the envelope for what felt like a full minute before she could bring herself to touch it. The handwriting was the same as the first letter — thin strokes, slightly slanted, almost elegant but unnerving in its precision.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 4). AI-Generated.
Evelyn barely slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw the man’s silhouette pressed against the window, his hand against the glass, his face hidden in shadow. Even after he disappeared into the snowfall, she sensed him lingering in the air, like the afterimage of a nightmare.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 3). AI-Generated.
By the time Evelyn stepped out of the café, the sky had darkened into a deep winter blue. The streetlights flickered on, scattering yellow circles across the snow-covered sidewalks. The city seemed softer at dusk, quieter, as though hiding whatever secrets it carried in the daylight.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 2). AI-Generated.
The letter haunted Evelyn long after she closed the box. She placed everything back exactly as she found it, locked the lid, and set the box at the foot of the bed. But the words kept echoing in her mind:
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Turning Seasons (part 1)
The first morning of December arrived with the kind of cold that stung through fabric. New York was already dressed in its winter lights—stringed across balconies, wrapped around lamp posts, and blinking through the morning fog like distant stars waking late. Breath rose in white clouds from hurried commuters clutching hot coffee cups. The city felt alive, loud, restless… everything Evelyn Hart wasn’t.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
The Vanishing Tribe. AI-Generated.
For years, anthropologists had searched for evidence of the Xavari, a rumored Amazonian tribe said to possess impossible knowledge—healing techniques long lost to time, rituals that could “speak to the forest,” and a language no outsider had ever heard and lived to describe.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
The 5-Minute Plan That Changed Everything. AI-Generated.
Samir had developed a strange morning ritual: he would sit at the edge of his bed, stare at the chaos around him, and feel an overwhelming wave of exhaustion wash over him. His room wasn’t a disaster—but it was far from peaceful. Clothes draped over a chair, unfinished notebooks stacked haphazardly, random receipts, an inbox overflowing with thousands of unread emails.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
The Coffee Shop Diaries. AI-Generated.
Adam never planned to work in a small coffee shop. He had bigger dreams once—traveling the world, writing novels, becoming one of those people who always seemed to know where their life was heading. But life had its own rhythm, and at twenty-seven he found himself wiping counters, steaming milk, and memorizing drink orders at Maple & Steam, the tiny café hidden on a quiet corner of the city.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
The Happiness Calendar. AI-Generated.
--- Emma had always thought of herself as an ordinary person. She wasn’t especially optimistic, nor was she miserable. She lived somewhere in the middle—floating between small stresses and small joys, never paying much attention to either.
By Ahmed aldeabellaabout a month ago in Fiction
