Gasim Masaad Ali
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Stories (5/0)
Broken Mirror
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. Staring back at me was a figure that was a distorted version of myself. He had my eyes, but they were sunken and dark, almost like he hadn't slept in days. His skin was pale, giving a ghostly appearance, and his lips were pulled into a tight line, strained with worry. I gasped, stumbling backwards, my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to fathom what I was seeing.
By Gasim Masaad Aliabout a year ago in Fiction
Magical Realism
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. It was a sight to behold, a spectacle that only a few had the privilege to witness. Among the few was a young boy named Gasim Ali. He lived in a small village nestled between two hills, where life was simple and uncomplicated. Gasim was a dreamer, a boy who always looked up at the sky, wondering what lay beyond the clouds.
By Gasim Masaad Aliabout a year ago in Fiction
The golden Arrow
In the land of Faerie, there was a legend of a golden arrow that had the power to bring happiness and good fortune to whoever possessed it. The arrow was said to be hidden deep in the heart of the Enchanted Forest, guarded by mystical creatures and surrounded by perilous magic.
By Gasim Masaad Aliabout a year ago in Pride
The magical sword
In the heart of a dense forest, there lived a young man named Caspian. He had always been drawn to the wilderness, spending much of his time exploring the hidden secrets of the forest. However, one day, his exploration led him to discover an old, rusted sword buried deep in the ground. It was a curious find, and Caspian knew there must be more to it than met the eye. Little did he know that this sword would change his life forever.
By Gasim Masaad Aliabout a year ago in Fiction