Isra Saleem
Bio
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
Stories (358/0)
My Workshop Routine
As I step into my workshop, a sense of calm washes over me. The smell of wood and metal fills the air, and the sound of tools humming in the background is like music to my ears. This is my happy place, where I come to escape the chaos of everyday life and tap into my creativity.
By Isra Saleem9 days ago in Chapters
"The Whispering Paintings"
In the heart of the city, there was a small, mysterious art gallery called "The Whispering Paintings." The name itself was a whisper, a gentle breeze that carried the secrets of the art within. The gallery was tucked away in a quiet alley, its entrance almost invisible to the naked eye. Only those who knew its existence could find it, and even then, only if they listened closely to the whispers of the paintings.
By Isra Saleem9 days ago in Writers
"The Colors of Art"
In the heart of the city, where creativity pulsed through the streets, there existed a small, enigmatic art studio. Its name, "Kaleidoscope," whispered tales of wonder and magic. Within its walls, the colors of art came alive, transporting all who entered to a realm beyond the ordinary.
By Isra Saleem9 days ago in Writers
Strength in Every Moment
Life is a journey of ups and downs, twists and turns. But it's in these moments that we discover our strength. For Sarah, it was the day she lost her job that she found her inner resilience. She had been struggling to make ends meet, working multiple jobs just to keep a roof over her head. But when she lost her main source of income, she thought all was lost.
By Isra Saleem12 days ago in Writers
"The Patience of a Woman"
Sarah had always been a patient woman. She never got frustrated or angry, no matter what challenges she faced. Her friends and family admired her calm and gentle nature, and often sought her advice when they were struggling with their own problems.
By Isra Saleem12 days ago in Humans
"The Little Ball of Fur"
In a cozy little house on a quiet street, a tiny ball of fur was born. A baby kitten, no more than a few weeks old, opened its eyes for the first time and gazed up at its mother. The mother cat, a gentle and loving feline named Whiskers, purred softly as she welcomed her new little bundle of joy into the world.
By Isra Saleem12 days ago in Earth
The Last Day
As I woke up on my last day, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Excitement for the new chapter ahead, but also sadness and nostalgia for the life I was leaving behind. I had spent the last few weeks saying goodbye to friends, packing up my belongings, and tying up loose ends. But now, it was time to face the final farewell.
By Isra Saleem12 days ago in Writers
"My Shirt"
I still remember the day I got my favorite shirt. It was a beautiful summer evening, and I had just finished my exams. My mother had promised me a surprise gift, and I had been waiting anxiously all day. As I entered the house, I saw a parcel wrapped in colorful paper on the dining table. I tore open the wrapping paper, and my eyes widened with excitement as I saw the most amazing shirt I had ever laid eyes on.
By Isra Saleem12 days ago in Chapters