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Hearts against the Storm
The sun had barely risen over the horizon when I opened my eyes in Hamza’s small apartment. The air was still, heavy with tension. Alya lay beside me on the mattress, curled up, clutching the shawl Hamza had given her the night before. I could see the bruise on her arm — Azeel’s mark. My blood boiled at the sight.
By Mehmood Niaz6 months ago in Fiction
MISSING: A World War II Story of Love, Friendship, Courage, and Survival
On the ninth day of the brutal Battle of the Bulge in December 1944, 2nd Lt. Donald N. Evans, a young American fighter pilot, flew his P-47 Thunderbolt over the icy forests of Belgium. The mission was routine—until enemy fire ripped through his aircraft. With only seconds to spare, Don bailed out of his burning plane, parachuting into the bitter cold and snow-covered chaos below. He landed behind enemy lines, wounded and alone, with a shattered leg and no clear direction to safety.
By Israr khan6 months ago in Fiction
New Mexico Couple Missing Since 2014 Found in Ghost Town Chapel Ten Years Later
New Mexico Couple Missing Since 2014 Found in Ghost Town Chapel Ten Years Later In the autumn of 2024, authorities finally found the remains of Lydia Reyes and Ethan Caldwell, a New Mexico couple who vanished without a trace in October 2014. Their bodies lay undisturbed in the crumbling remains of a century‑old chapel hidden in an abandoned ghost town—discoveries that ended a decade‑long mystery, yet left more questions than answers.
By Israr khan6 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror That Lied
Maya’s studio smelled of turpentine and defeat. Canvases leaned against exposed brick walls – half-finished cityscapes, abandoned portraits, experiments in styles she couldn’t master. Her last rejection letter from the Chelsea Gallery sat crumpled on the floor: “Technically proficient but lacks a distinctive voice.”
By Habibullah6 months ago in Fiction
Emotional Control: The Silent Power of Elite K9 Training
In the world of elite K9 units, obedience is just the starting point. These dogs are not simply taught to respond to commands—they are trained to override instinct, to master the chaos within before facing the chaos outside. Perhaps nothing captures the depth of that training more than one deceptively simple test: remaining perfectly calm while a cat gets close enough to brush against them.
By Israr khan6 months ago in Fiction
Eyes in the Night: A Wolf’s Tale from the Forest
The forest was alive, but silent. Moonlight filtered through the canopy, casting silver shadows across the undergrowth. Owls hooted in the distance, and the wind whispered through the pines. But none of that mattered to the creature standing still at the edge of the clearing — a lone wolf with glowing yellow eyes, ears twitching at every sound.
By Muhammad Saeed6 months ago in Fiction
NOT ALL HOMES WELCOME YOU. Content Warning.
My friend Mr. Sinha had always believed in logic. A retired forest officer with a stern face and a steady voice, he laughed off the idea of ghosts and curses. When he bought a sprawling but decaying zamindar house in a remote Bengal village, he felt like he had found peace at last.
By Isabella Wood6 months ago in Fiction
She Disappeared from Our School Overnight and No One Talks About It
You think stories like that are made up. I wish I could tell you mine. Her name was Lila Harper. We weren’t best friends or anything. But she sat right next to me in English class, third period, by the window. She always wore matching socks, doodled in the margins of her notebook, and hummed softly when the teacher wasn’t looking.
By Echoes of Life6 months ago in Fiction
I Was Reborn in Flames but Never Left the Fire
Let Me Tell You a Story You’ll Never Forget I was born for the third time on a night of red skies and black screams. In my village, we do not fear death. We expect it. Welcome it, even. Because here, death is never the end. We are reborn through fire every hundred years. It's our curse. Or blessing. It depends on who you ask.
By Isabella Wood6 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Tide: A Story Told in Shells
At first glance, the image is simple—serene, even. A ceramic bowl, resting gently on the damp sand, cradles an exquisite collection of seashells. They sit nestled together like quiet thoughts, each one shaped by time and tide. Beyond this peaceful arrangement, the shoreline stretches toward a glowing horizon, golden with the touch of evening light. A lighthouse stands distant and steady, a silent witness to the sea’s ever-shifting moods.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Fiction
