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Ahmad Al Amin
Bio
I'm an avid writer with a knack for clarifying complex ideas. Though not a professional, my passion drives me to explore diverse subjects. As a reader and observer, I aim to craft engaging, insightful articles that inspire curiosity.
Stories (31/0)
The Phoenix and the Broken Wings
The Phoenix and the Broken Wings Chapter 1: The Rise from Ashes In a distant kingdom nestled between towering mountains and azure seas, lived a young woman named Elara. Elara was the embodiment of grace and intellect, with aspirations that soared higher than the peaks that surrounded her homeland. She was born into a family of modest means but was endowed with an indomitable spirit and a heart full of dreams.
By Ahmad Al Aminabout a month ago in Fiction
The Heart's Clockwork Pulse (Part: 2)
The Heart's Clockwork Pulse: A Steampunk Mystery Part 2: Echoes in the Aether The Clock Pinnacle, a skeletal goliath against the star-cleaned night sky, lingered over Crowley and Gearheart as they crawled through the squeaking iron entryway. The quietness was broken exclusively by the musical ticking of inconspicuous cog wheels, a sound that creeped them out. Moonlight sifted through broke stained-glass windows, projecting a scary shine on the enormous inside. Pinion wheels, gear-teeth, and switches embellished the walls, leftovers of a fantastic, incomplete precision project. As they wandered further, the metallic tang of oil and rust filled thick in the air.
By Ahmad Al Aminabout a month ago in Fiction
The Heart's Clockwork Pulse (Part: 1)
The Heart's Clockwork Pulse: A Steampunk Mystery Part 1: The Song of the Clockwork Crow The cobblestone streets of Aethel glistened under the gaslight's orange glow, casting long, inky shadows that danced with the evening mist. Inspector Alistair Crowley, a man whose stoicism rivaled the granite buildings that lined the street, adjusted his tweed cap and surveyed the scene. Atop a wrought iron railing, perched an otherworldly sight - a crow, crafted entirely of gleaming brass and intricate clockwork gears. Its mechanical wings lay still, its ruby eyes lifeless.
By Ahmad Al Aminabout a month ago in Fiction
The Whispering Shadows (Part III) . Content Warning. AI-Generated.
The Whispering Shadows: A Mystery in Three Parts Part III: The Last Disclosure The dull figure lingered inauspiciously, its structure moving and twirling as though made out of unadulterated shadow. Evelyn and Marcus, still up in the air to uncover the last mysteries of Ravenswood. The Murmuring Shadows were as of now not simply a legend; they were a substantial danger that should have been defied.
By Ahmad Al Aminabout a month ago in Horror
The Whispering Shadows (Part II). Content Warning.
The Whispering Shadows: A Mystery in Three Parts Part II: Echoes from the Past Evelyn’s heart pounded as she stood in the darkness, the chill of the chamber seeping into her bones. Marcus, the mysterious young man who had confronted her, was nowhere to be seen. The shadows seemed to whisper around her, their indistinct murmurs growing louder, more insistent. Summoning her courage, she groped for her flashlight and switched it on. The beam cut through the darkness, revealing the chamber’s eerie contents once more.
By Ahmad Al Aminabout a month ago in Horror
The Whispering Shadows. Content Warning.
The Whispering Shadows: A Mystery in Three Parts Part I: The Enigmatic Arrival In the quaint, fog-draped village of Ravenswood, life moved at a leisurely pace, untouched by the hustle of the modern world. Nestled between ancient forests and a meandering river, the village had an air of timelessness. Its cobblestone streets, old-world charm, and whispered legends were all part of its enigmatic allure. The most enduring of these legends spoke of the "Whispering Shadows," a series of mysterious occurrences that had baffled the villagers for generations.
By Ahmad Al Aminabout a month ago in Horror