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Whispers in the Walls
Whispers in the Walls By Tariq Shah The house had been abandoned for nearly forty years. Overgrown vines wrapped around its stone frame like fingers trying to choke the life out of it. To the villagers, it was cursed—a place where people vanished without a trace. But to Eliza Kane, it was just another story waiting to be unraveled.
By Tariq Shah7 months ago in Fiction
Reflections in the Dark
Reflections in the dark By [Muhammad Saqib] The train yard was quiet at night—just the way Theo liked it. The only sounds were the soft groans of metal cooling in the night air and the distant call of an owl. He lit a cigarette with shaking hands, then exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl through the cold. He had worked the graveyard shift as a train conductor for sixteen years and had no one waiting at home.
By Muhammad Saqib7 months ago in Fiction
World Without Memory
World Without Memory Every day begins the same way. At precisely 7:00 AM, the citizens of Orbis awaken—blinking into unfamiliar ceilings, eyes scanning walls they've never seen, hearts pounding with the primal panic of who am I? and where am I?
By Julia Christa7 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker's Garden
There was a village at the edge of the world where time stood still—not metaphorically, but truly. The sun always hovered in the same place. The shadows never grew longer. The leaves on the trees were forever green, and not a single wrinkle ever touched the faces of the people who lived there.
By Lucien Hollow 7 months ago in Fiction
king of thieves
The hall was filled with people. Today, a grand exhibition of diamonds was being held in this hall. Many precious diamonds were on display. Most of the people were outside, busy admiring the diamonds. I too had come to the exhibition when suddenly, a man approached me. He grabbed my hand and led me aside. In his other hand, he held a glass of cold drink, which he placed on the windowsill.
By Bilal Ahmad7 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern of Whispering Trees
by Yahya Asim In a remote village nestled between the emerald folds of two great hills, there stood a forest known as the Whispering Trees. Locals spoke of it with reverence and caution. They said the trees could talk—not with mouths, but with murmurs carried in the wind. Only those who truly listened could understand their secrets.
By Yahya Asim7 months ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse That Called My Name
It was supposed to be a quiet weekend. I was tired. Burned out. Too many long nights in the city. Too many deadlines. So I packed my duffel, left my buzzing phone on the kitchen counter, and drove east… straight to the edge of the map.
By Kausar Hayat 7 months ago in Fiction
