Abdul Qayyum
Bio
I am retired professor of English Language. I am fond of writing articles and short stories . I also wrote books on amazon kdp. My first Language is Urdu and I tried my best to teach my students english language ,
Stories (92/0)
The Shadows
The Shadows The ancient house on Hemlock Path sat slouched and brooding, its once fantastic exterior presently a canvas of peeling paint and split windows. Sarah, as of late stranded, took a profound breath and ventured onto the congested yard. The discussion hung overwhelming with the fragrance of rot and something else, a metallic tang that pricked her nostrils.
By Abdul Qayyum10 days ago in Fiction
### Counterfeit Pulse
Within the year 2047, AI caretakers had ended up in a common location in retirement homes. These advanced robots were outlined to help the elderly with their everyday needs, advertising companionship and care in an age where human consideration was a rare product. One such AI, assigned AID-274 but lovingly called Aiden by the inhabitants, was positioned at Meadowbrook Retirement Domestic.
By Abdul Qayyum11 days ago in Fiction
The Paper Zoological garden
George's childhood was a kaleidoscope of striking, charming minutes, centered around his mother's enchanted capacity to bring origami paper creatures to life. His mother, a Chinese worker and mail-order bride, made these sensitive animals from brightly colored paper. With a delicate breath, she would quicken them, and George would observe in amazement as a paper tiger lurked around his room, or a paper crane vacillated to roost on his bear. These paper creatures were not fair toys; they were images of adore, association, and the social legacy his mother held expensive.
By Abdul Qayyum12 days ago in Fiction
### The Box and the Clock
### The Box and the Clock The room was resplendent, an antique from a bygone period where craftsmanship was an craftsmanship, and each piece told a story. Overlaid backdrop, perplexing crown molding, and rich, velvet wraps surrounded the windows. A fantastic chandelier hung from the ceiling, its gems catching the evening sun and casting rainbows over the dividers. However, in the midst of all this splendor, my eyes were settled on the granddad clock within the corner. Its pendulum swung systematically, and with each swing, a profound, resounding chime reverberated through the room. “Bong, bong, bong.”
By Abdul Qayyum13 days ago in Fiction
Echoes of a Smashed Adore
Echoes of a Smashed Adore Maya sat by the window of her interesting coastal cabin, the sound of waves slamming against the shore a consistent update of her turbulent feelings. It had been five a long time since Leo vanished without a follow, taking off her with nothing but recollections and unanswered questions. Nowadays, be that as it may, it is diverse. In her hands, she held a letter stamped from the day he vanished, its paper matured and yellowed, but the ink still dynamic with his commonplace penmanship.
By Abdul Qayyum15 days ago in Fiction
The Unending Chase
The Unending Chase The sound of my possess breath is all I can listen to, each pant for discussion more honed and more frantic than the final. I do not know when the bad dream began, but it feels like I've been running until the end of time. Each night, without falling flat, I discover myself in this unending chase, sought after by a substance I can never see but continuously feel. It's like a dull nearness that sneaks fair past the edge of my vision, a shadow that animates my pulse and fixes my chest with fear.
By Abdul Qayyum16 days ago in Fiction
The Chronicles of Andrew Detmer
The Chronicles of Andrew Detmer Seattle young person Andrew Detmer lived within the shadow of ceaseless anguish. Bullied at school and mishandled by his alcoholic father Richard, Andrew's life was an embroidered artwork of torment and hardship. His mother Karen's fight with cancer encouraged his delicate presence. His comfort came from his cousin, Matt Garetty, a guide of bolster in the midst of the chaos.
By Abdul Qayyum16 days ago in Fiction
Deadpool & Wolverine
Deadpool & Wolverine Within the calm edges of Madripoor, where the neon lights of the bustling city flashed like anxious spirits, a figure clad in ruddy and dark stood on a disintegrating building. The soldier of fortune known as Deadpool studied the scene with a bored moan. His twin katanas were strapped to his back, and his trusty guns were holstered at his sides. The night was youthful, and he was tingling for a few activities.
By Abdul Qayyum17 days ago in Fiction
The Whispering Mirror
The Whispering Mirror The Mirror stood within the corner of the faintly lit shop, hung in a dusty, blood red velvet cloth that implied an age of overlooked splendor. Jonathan Whitaker, a collector of collectibles and relics, found himself mysteriously drawn to it. The businessperson, a thin man with empty eyes, took note of his intrigued ness and rearranged it.
By Abdul Qayyum18 days ago in Fiction
The Garden's Unused Gatekeeper
The Garden's Unused Gatekeeper In a quiet plant showered in daylight, the amazing mongoose Rikki-Tikki-Tavi luxuriated within the warmth, his hide dotted with dim. Time had mollified his once furious eyes, but the fire of security still burned inside. He looked at the youthful mongoose playing close to the rose bushes, his developments fast and inquisitive. Rikki knew it was time to pass on his mantle.
By Abdul Qayyum18 days ago in Fiction
The Tune of Quiet
The Tune of Quiet Mrs. Robinson sat by the window, her fingers following the sensitive designs of bind on the shade. It had been a long time since she had listened from her spouse, John, who had been conveyed amid the early days of the war. Each day extended into the following, checked by the nonappearance of letters and the onerous hush of the piano within the corner of the room.
By Abdul Qayyum19 days ago in Fiction