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In the narrow lanes of an old neighborhood, where life moved slowly and neighbors knew each other’s stories, there lived a widow named Shabana. She was in her late forties, with lines of worry etched across her face and eyes that often carried a distant sadness. After losing her husband to illness, Shabana found herself alone with two children to raise. Life had never been easy, but widowhood turned survival into a daily struggle.
By Muhammad Hussain5 months ago in Fiction
POV. Content Warning.
You're sitting up late at night, scrolling online as you wait for a message from one of your contacts... You're the daughter of the Mafia king, and a high-level operative for him. Unfortunately that means you've come into contact fairly frequently with one of the hottest guys you've ever seen, but the problem is that he's your father's enemy despite his youth.
By ThatOne_Girl5 months ago in Fiction
Frenemies. Content Warning.
She smiled, her teeth glinting in the light of the single incandescent bulb hanging from the center of the cell’s ceiling. She stood just on the edge of the light, her hands in the pockets of her long black trench coat, just staring at me.
By ThatOne_Girl5 months ago in Fiction
"Master These 10 Rules to Win Big in Life"
Introduction Success is not an accident—it is the result of intentional actions, consistent habits, and strategic thinking. In a world full of distractions, only those who master certain principles rise above the average. These rules are not just motivational fluff; they are proven methods followed by the world's top performers, entrepreneurs, leaders, and visionaries.
By Aman Ullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Fast Fox and the Lazy Dog
In a lush green forest lived a brown fox. He was known for his quickness and clever mind. Every animal in the forest knew that this fox was unmatched in running, leaping, and solving problems with sharp thinking. For him, life was a game full of energy. He would run along the riverbank, dart between trees, and leap across stones.
By arsalan ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
The Mind Of A Child
(A retelling of Alice In Wonderland which is now mine!) The Mind Of A Child Part I *Amanda* We need a good day. It’s not every day that this sweet little girl turns nine, you know. Today needs to be perfect. No bickering, yelling or carrying on allowed. My name is Amanda. I am out at the mall with my mom. She always makes sure every birthday is fun and full of adventure. Technically my birthday isn’t until tomorrow. We’re getting stuff together early. My dad is taking the day off to spend it with me. We just finished our fudge sundaes. Our seat overlooks the main floor of the mall atop a balcony where the food court is. I glance over at the cassette and VHS store next to us. I have my heart and hopes set so much on the new Thriller album. “We don’t have time today, Amanda.” My mother chimes in.
By Meredith McLarty5 months ago in Fiction
Coffee Shop at the End of the World
Maya had always believed that the world would end with fire or ice, maybe a bang or a whimper—anything but the gentle hum of an espresso machine and the soft jazz playing from speakers that had seen better days. Yet here she was, wiping down tables at Brew & Beyond while the sky outside painted itself in shades of amber and crimson that had nothing to do with sunset.
By Fazal Ur Rahman5 months ago in Fiction
The Broken Umbrella
Part 1: The Inheritance of Broken Things The umbrella was the ugliest thing Elara had ever seen. It was buried in her grandmother’s attic under a mountain of heartache, its canvas faded to the color of dust, its ribs twisted, and its tip rusted into a blunt spear.
By Habibullah5 months ago in Fiction
When the Call Came at Midnight: Chapter Four
My name is Elena. For a moment, hearing it in my own head felt strange, as if I had forgotten it ever mattered. But standing between two men bound by secrets, with rain slashing at my skin and the sea roaring below, I clung to it like an anchor. Elena. I was still me, even if nothing else felt steady.
By Saba Writes5 months ago in Fiction
Abandoned
October 16, 2017 It was the middle of the night when we found it. The road had been empty for miles and miles in both directions, we would’ve missed it ourselves if it hadn’t been for the clasp of lightning that lit up the sky as we flew through the blinding storm.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
