literature
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A Wise Woman
In a quiet village nestled between rolling hills and ancient woods, lived a woman named Elira. Her house sat at the edge of the forest, half-covered with ivy, with wind chimes made of glass bottles swaying in the breeze and wild herbs growing along the stone path. People said she had been born under a crescent moon, that she could speak with birds, and that time never touched her skin. Children whispered her name with a mix of fear and wonder: the Wise Woman of Linden Hollow.
By Muhammad Abdullah6 months ago in Humans
The Library of Last Chances
The pink slip arrived at 9:07 a.m. By noon, I’d packed my desk, my 20-year tech career reduced to a cardboard box smelling of stale coffee and regret. That’s when I saw the "For Lease" sign plastered across Page Turner’s Books—a dusty relic wedged between a vape shop and a pawnbroker. Its window display featured a yellowed copy of Great Expectations beside a handwritten note: "Closed. Expectations unmet."
By Ziafat Ullah6 months ago in Humans
The Botany of Regret
The orchid arrived minutes after the divorce papers. Phalaenopsis aphrodite, the tag read: “Symbol of new beginnings.” Ironic, given its petals hung like crumpled tissues, roots spilling over the ceramic pot like frayed nerves. I named it Regret.
By Ziafat Ullah6 months ago in Humans
The Symphony of Silence"*
The first time I heard Mr. Aris play, rain lashed against the boarded-up windows of St. Agnes Community Hall. I’d come to volunteer—a mandatory college requirement—dreading hours of stacking canned goods. Then, notes bloomed in the damp air: a Chopin nocturne, tender as a bruise.
By Ziafat Ullah6 months ago in Humans
