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 (57/0)
The Whispering Walls
The Whispering Walls Amidst the relentless onslaught of rain against the cottage windows, Mia found herself drawn to the forgotten corners of the attic. The rhythmic drumming of the rain provided a backdrop to her exploration, mingling with the heavy scent of ancient wood and neglect that permeated the air. Downstairs, the comforting aroma of grandma's famous cinnamon rolls offered a stark contrast to the dreary atmosphere outside.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction
Good Men Are Hard to Come by
Good Men Are Hard to Come by The ancient station wagon creaked along the lonely highway in the sweltering summer heat, kicking up dust devils in its wake. Inside the vehicle, the Pittman family engaged in a tumultuous exchange akin to a storm in a teacup. Bailey, the weary patriarch, clutched the steering wheel with whitened knuckles. Beside him, his wife Betty fussed over their cherished feline companion, Buttercup, nestled within a wicker basket. Meanwhile, in the back seat, ten-year-old John Wesley and his six-year-old sister June Star squabbled over the coveted spot by the window.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction
The Littlest Sprout
The Littlest Sprout In the era of vibrant storytelling, three key elements reign supreme: "perplexity," "burstiness," and "predictability." Perplexity serves as the measure of textual intricacy, while burstiness denotes the diversity in sentence structures. Conversely, predictability gauges the likelihood of anticipating subsequent sentences. Human narratives often showcase a delightful blend of elaborate and concise sentences, fostering intrigue and unpredictability. On the contrary, AI-generated text tends to exhibit a more uniform structure. Hence, crafting compelling content necessitates weaving a tapestry rich in perplexity and burstiness while minimizing predictability.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction
Tonight, the first star I see
Tonight, the first star I see Dr. Tomas Streyer surveyed his group of engineers and scientists in the control room. Despite his excitement and fear, he attempted to appear composed. They may begin learning something incredible in a matter of minutes: the origins of the universe.
By Abdul Qayyumabout a month ago in Fiction
Shadows of the Redwoods
"Shadows of the Redwoods": A lone figure glided with graceful stealth deep within the vast Redwood forest, where sunlight was unable to break through the thick canopy. She moved amid the ancient giants while shrouded in shadows, her senses keenly aware of every sound and movement.
By Abdul Qayyum2 months ago in Fiction
Time Time Time
Time Time Time There once was a lad named Rohan who lived in a little village. It was well known that Rohan lacked ambition and was a lazy person. He was always told by his family and friends to respect time, but he had a propensity of squandering it and putting off doing critical chores. Rohan didn't appear to get its significance.
By Abdul Qayyum2 months ago in Fiction
A Short Story About a Father and Son
A Short Story About a Father and Son "Father, what is my life worth?" a son once asked him. "My son, if you want to know the value of your life, take this stone and go to the market," his father said, handing him a stone. Keep silent and raise two fingers if someone asks you for the cost."
By Abdul Qayyum2 months ago in Fiction
Reverberations of the Past
Reverberations of the Past A tumbledown cabin lay in the middle of an old forest, sunlight barely making it through the dense canopy. Due to weathering and neglect, the timber frame of the structure sagged dangerously. Few were brave enough to approach since the villagers whispered stories about ghosts roaming its shadows.
By Abdul Qayyum2 months ago in Fiction
The Enchanted Forest's echoes
The Enchanted Forest's echoes Deep within the forest, where sunlight was unable to break through the heavy overgrowth, there was a location that people who ventured to approach spoke in low voices. It was known as the Enchanted Forest; it was a place where whispers appeared to linger long after the wind had subsided and shadows danced in the twilight.
By Abdul Qayyum2 months ago in Fiction
Echoes of Loyalty
Echoes of Loyalty The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows across the quiet suburban street. Emily sat on her porch, her hands clasped tightly together, her eyes red and swollen from tears. Next to her, a worn leash lay coiled, a painful reminder of happier times.
By Abdul Qayyum2 months ago in Fiction