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The Night the Stars Fell Into the Sea. AI-Generated.
On the edge of Miraan Coast, where the sea hummed like an ancient lullaby, lived a quiet fisherman named Arav. Every evening he pushed his small blue boat into the water, following the same rhythm, the same routine, the same tired hope that tomorrow might be better than today.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
The Last Catalog
The Lennox Mansion Library was a mausoleum for books, and Elara was its reluctant caretaker. She was the last archivist before the wrecking ball turned two centuries of knowledge into dust. The city council had sold the land, deeming the building a rotting hazard. To Elara, each crumbling leather spine was a tragedy.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Promise
M Mehran Everyone in the quiet town of Eldenbrook knew Elias Thorn, the old clockmaker whose shop stood at the corner of Willow Street. The windows were always fogged with dust and time, and the shelves were filled with clocks—grandfather clocks, pocket watches, delicate sand timers, and curious contraptions no one had names for.
By Muhammad Mehran2 months ago in Fiction
The Maple Key
It began with a perfect day. The kind of autumn day that exists mostly in memory: the air was crisp, the sun was a gentle gold, and the maple trees in the park were a blazing cathedral of scarlet and orange. For Leo, a man whose life had become a grey blur of commutes and deadlines, it was a glimpse of heaven. As he sat on his favorite bench, a single, perfect, crimson maple key spiraled down and landed in his palm. He felt a jolt, a strange, static charge, and then… the world dissolved.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
The Postcard Man
The Postcard Man When a lonely postman receives a letter no living soul should have written… Harold Linton had spent thirty-four years delivering other people’s words birthday wishes, overdue bills, postcards from places he had never seen. But since his wife, Eleanor, passed away two winters ago, the world had grown unbearably silent. His small cottage felt like a hallway that no longer led anywhere. Even the radio, once Eleanor’s constant companion, crackled now with an emptiness he couldn’t stand.
By Farooq Hashmi2 months ago in Fiction
Second Chance
A Second Chance My day was off to a bad start. It all began when I woke up as I usually do by 4am, drenching in buckets of sweat and wondering why I couldn’t feel the blasted ceiling fan on me nor hear the swooshing of the blades as it spun around. I groggily stood up, carefully though, so as not to wake my two other siblings who I share the bed with. I traced my fingers on the wall to locate the light switch at the other end of the room and to my utter surprise, the click of the switch did not turn on any light, then, it sank in that ECG** (Electricity Company of Ghana) had done it again. Being so frustrated and irritated, I accidentally knocked my little toe on one of the furniture in the room. Ouch!!!
By Ewura Ekua Acquah2 months ago in Fiction
Day Four: Four Calling Birds
Stephen woke to an unusual quiet. The partridge perched peacefully on the windowsill like a feathered monk. The pigeons dozed in their bathroom exile. Even the French hens had clustered by the radiator, gossiping in polite whispers.
By Stephen Stanley2 months ago in Fiction
The Pumpkin Patch Proxy War
The Harrington Hollow Pumpkin Patch was a symphony of autumn bliss, but to Chloe, it was a battlefield. The enemy was her entire social media feed, which was currently a barrage of flawless family photos: the Johnsons in matching flannel, the Chen twins artistically dwarfed by a giant pumpkin, the Millers sipping cider with golden-hour light haloing their perfectly tousled hair.
By Habibullah2 months ago in Fiction
Letters from Nova — The Last Echo of Time. AI-Generated.
Letter I — The First Spark My dearest Alaric, I remember the first moment our eyes met — the world stood still. You didn’t notice it, but the rain outside froze midair. I felt the seconds hesitate, waiting for you to breathe again. That’s when I realized — you weren’t just a man who fixed clocks. You were a man who made time feel.
By shakir hamid2 months ago in Fiction
