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Whispers Under the Elm: My Grandfather's Last Warning
The Secret Under the Elm My granddad was not a chatty man, but when he did say something, it was as if from the centuries. "Listen to the elm tree," he instructed me the night before he passed away. "When the wind speaks through its leaves, listen carefully—and never, ever transplant its roots."
By Niaz Khan8 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker's Secret
The Ticking Shadow The tiny town of Larkspur was the type that loathed change. Sandwiched between wooded hills and foggy creeks, it had not taken on a new resident in more than a decade, nor had any departed unexpectedly. It was famous for two things: an outdated railway which had not operated in 20 years, and the brilliant, eccentric clockmaker, Thaddeus Gray.
By Niaz Khan8 months ago in Fiction
The Radio That Broadcasts the Dead
The first call came at 2:07 a.m. Mara Lane, the new host of “NightPulse 103.3”, had just settled into her third week behind the mic. It was the dead hour—midnight to 4 a.m.—the time when truckers, insomniacs, and the unhinged called in with conspiracy theories and lonely thoughts. She wasn’t expecting much. She never did.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
The Mirror Knows What You Did
It started as a prank. When Ash found the old mirror at a yard sale tucked behind a stack of dusty books, she thought it would make a cool party centerpiece. Ornate. Baroque. Heavy as hell. And creepy enough to give her goth roommate Carter the chills.
By Muhammad Sabeel8 months ago in Fiction
The King’s Garden of Shadows
Once upon a time, in a kingdom surrounded by seven rivers and veiled in the perfume of eternal jasmine, there reigned a King known by the title "Raheem the Wise." His rule was not forged in blood but in books, not sustained by swords but by silence and soul-searching. His palace had no iron gates, only whispering wind-chimes and vines of lilies climbing its golden pillars.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Fiction
The Garden of Mirrors: A Tale of Two Thrones
Part I: The Echoes of the Orchard In an ancient land where rivers whispered secrets and mountains bore silent witness to time, there existed two mighty kingdoms, separated by a sea of sand and centuries of silence. One was Zahran, a land veiled in mist, where the people believed that dreams were fragments of lost truths. The other was Elburz, whose people trusted only what the eye could see and the hand could hold.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Fiction
Book Review: So Far Gone by Jess Walter. Content Warning.
Overview "So Far Gone," published on June 10, 2025, by HarperCollins, is Jess Walter’s eighth novel, a fast-paced, comedic yet poignant road novel set in contemporary America. The story follows Rhys Kinnick, a retired environmental journalist who, disillusioned by a polarized society and personal failures, has lived off-grid in a cinder block cabin in Washington state for seven years. When his grandchildren, Leah and Asher, unexpectedly arrive at his doorstep, fleeing their stepfather’s ties to a Christian Nationalist militia, Rhys is thrust back into the world he abandoned. The novel blends dark humor, social commentary, and heartfelt redemption as Rhys embarks on a chaotic quest to rescue his family and confront the fractured state of modern America. Walter’s signature wit and humanism shine through, making "So Far Gone" both a thrilling adventure and a reflective critique of extremism, isolation, and the search for connection.
By Am@n Khan 8 months ago in Fiction
Don't Let Sleeping Dogs Lie!
The fog was so thick that night, Jessica felt as if she were driving through cotton. It seemed to muffle everything; the car headlights, her sense of direction, even her common sense.
By Justiss Goode8 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Bell of Khorasan
Once, in the dusty and sun-scorned province of Khorasan, when the crescent moon hung like a blade in the heavens and kings were named after lions but ruled like foxes, there lived a monarch known as King Zulfiqar the Just—a title given not by the people, but carved in golden plates by his own court poets.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Fiction
The Perfume of the Slave
Once, in the time when kings ruled with iron fists but claimed to wear velvet gloves, there was a land called Khumyar, veiled in gold but rotting beneath. Its courtyards echoed with poetry while its prisons bled with silence. The king, Jalib the Proud, had a beard as thick as his cruelty and eyes that glistened with suspicion. His court was filled not with wise men but with flatterers dressed as philosophers. The pen was praised, but the sword decided justice.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Fiction
When God Played Piano. Content Warning.
He came in the middle of a hot, dirty summer. The kind where the ground stuck to your boots and the air felt like a thick soup. Nothing was paved, just mud and flies. And the trees... they were more like gallows. Men hanging, swaying like broken wind chimes.
By Usama8 months ago in Fiction
Do not resuscitate . Content Warning.
The beeping monitors screamed in chaotic discord as the medical team lunged into frantic motion. Dr. Elise Harper’s heart hammered against her ribs, sweat stinging her eyes beneath the harsh fluorescent lights of the ICU. “Start compressions! Two breaths, one hundred compressions per minute!” she barked.
By E. hasan8 months ago in Fiction