In a world ravaged by drought and famine, a lone seed holds the key to hope. Passed down for generations, it's the last of its kind. With trembling hands, a young girl plants it in the dry, barren soil. Every day she tends to it, praying for a miracle. Weeks pass, and the seed sprouts, a single green stem reaching for the sky. With tears in her eyes, the girl knows her people will survive. They'll have food, water, and a future. The last seed has given them everything they need to thrive.
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Zulqarnain Haider
I write short stories and poetry. I hope you find yourself in between the spaces of my words.
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Broken Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was an alternate version of myself, one with dark circles under their eyes and a haunted expression that made me shiver. But it wasn't just the reflection that was different. It was the room beyond the mirror, too.
By Zulqarnain Haider3 years ago in Fiction
Violence Begets
"Any last words, cowboy?" "None you'd understand, sodbuster." "Funny. That's Marshall Sodbuster to you. But I meant some last nugget that would help us in the adjudication of the myriad offenses counted against you and your gang. I wasn't asking for penitence."
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Brilliant ❤️😉📝