Stream of Consciousness
When the Sky Opened
The sky had always been a constant presence—endless, predictable, a backdrop to the rhythm of everyday life. But one ordinary afternoon, everything changed. When the sky opened, it wasn’t just a meteorological phenomenon; it was a profound event that reshaped a community, altered lives, and stirred the deepest questions about our place in the universe.
By Muhammad Asim7 months ago in Fiction
Her Other Life
The house was too quiet now. Quiet in the way of old tombs, where even the air forgets to move. Clara sat by the window, pale light of dawn staining her face in ashen hues. The cracked glass trembled against the wind, but the storm was inside her - raging, constant, endless.
By Aspen Noble7 months ago in Fiction
You were never really here
Early in the morning Gallopatrot might appear in a waking dream. Although never really here, Gallopatrot never really leaves. Gallopatrot is more than a ghost or a memory. Sometimes Gallopatrot disappears like sugar crystals in water, or the smell of perfume, or quarter-hourly chimes of a grandfather clock or the pain from wars that occur every day. Perhaps sensory fatigue or habituation caused by repeated exposure leads to a decrease in response to the stimulus of the dragon's presence. Yet Gallopatrot is the stuff of legends that lingers long after an era is gone.
By Katherine D. Graham7 months ago in Fiction
We Were Just Having Breakfast-Then the Water Took Us
By Zahir Ahmad Morning came gently to the Swat Valley, with golden light spilling over the hills and dancing across the rippling waters of the Snha River. The sound of birds calling through the crisp mountain air blended with the faint gurgle of the river as it wound its way around smooth stones and under swaying willows.
By Zahir Ahmad7 months ago in Fiction
The Town That Forgot It Was Real
Hey, wanna hear something really strange? It’s not scary like monsters in the closet or ghosts in the mirror. It’s more like… weird. Mysterious. Like one of those dreams that feels super real, but when you wake up, you’re not sure what was dream and what wasn’t. This story? It’s about a girl named Elara who lived in a town that—well—you’ll see. Just promise you’ll stick with me, okay? Because things get a little twisty…
By Lucien Hollow 7 months ago in Fiction
The House With the Red Gate
It is a saying that an old woman lives in the house with the red gate on the edge of Buraq Street. No one remembers when she arrived, or if she ever did. The house smells of cinnamon and old pages, and the wind chimes only sound when no one’s looking.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Fiction
The Second First Time
They met again beneath the wisteria-covered trellis at the old train station—where years ago, teenage hearts had whispered promises too fragile to hold. The air still smelled of jasmine and engine smoke, but this time, time itself moved differently—like it held its breath for them.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Fiction
The U.S. Fighter Jet B-2 Spirit – A Marvel of Stealth Technology
Introduction The B-2 Spirit, commonly known as the B-2 Stealth Bomber, is a highly advanced strategic bomber developed by the United States. Unlike traditional fighter jets, the B-2 is a long-range, stealth heavy bomber, capable of penetrating dense anti-aircraft defenses and delivering both conventional and nuclear weapons. Introduced in the late 20th century, the B-2 represents the cutting edge of aviation technology and military strategy, emphasizing stealth, precision, and deterrence.
By Ahmad shah7 months ago in Fiction
