Ivan Islam
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Stories (34/0)
A Symphony of Love and Loss: Part Seven - Hollow Echoes and Faded Smiles
The harsh glare of the diner lights reflected off Evni's phone screen, illuminating a vision that felt like a cruel joke. Paradise mocked him from the image: Thia, a vision in white, her smile as bright as the Parisian sun. Each swipe was a fresh cut, a stark contrast to the stale burger aroma clinging to him. His scholarship, a meager offering against the tide of her wealth, felt like a cruel reminder of the chasm separating them.
By Ivan Islam16 days ago in Fiction
A Symphony of Love and Loss: Part Six - Brushstrokes of Hope in the Gallery of Doubt
Evni scrolled through his phone, a ghost in the land of the living. Laughter and music blared from his laptop screen, a stark contrast to the leaden silence within him. Thia, radiant and carefree, was the center of the virtual party, surrounded by a sea of faces that weren't his. Every time she flashed a dazzling smile, a corner of his heart clenched. He couldn't help but notice R, lurking around the edges of the frame, a predatory glint in his eyes.
By Ivan Islam2 months ago in Fiction
A Symphony of Love and Loss: Part Five - Unfurling the Silence, Seeking Harmony
The vibrant tapestry of Thia's life was woven with the festive threads of celebration, shimmering with joy and laughter. Yet, amidst the merry throng, Evni remained a specter, his heart echoing with the discordant notes of their recent fight. Every radiant smile on Thia's face, every joyous outburst, felt like a shard of ice piercing his soul. Their last conversation, a battlefield of misunderstanding and simmering resentment, had severed the strings of their once harmonious symphony, leaving them stranded in a chasm of silence.
By Ivan Islam4 months ago in Fiction
A Symphony of Love and Loss: Part Four - The Discordant Crescendo
The once vibrant symphony of Evni and Thia's love had reached a discordant crescendo. The melody, once filled with laughter and joy, was now fractured by the harsh notes of doubt and anger. Evni, desperate for clarity and truth, had confronted Thia, seeking to unravel the tangled web of whispers and shadows surrounding her relationship with Snitch. His questions, however, ignited a firestorm within Thia. Her eyes, once filled with love and tenderness, now blazed with fury. Their words, once gentle whispers of affection, became venomous darts hurled across the chasm of misunderstanding.
By Ivan Islam5 months ago in Fiction
A Symphony of Love and Loss: Part Three - The Shifting Sands of Hope
The once vibrant symphony of Evni and Thia's love had become a discordant echo, haunted by the whispers of doubt and the chilling presence of a new figure. Snitch, an enigmatic man with the air of a seasoned player, had strolled into Thia's life, casting a long shadow over Evni's already fragile hopes.
By Ivan Islam5 months ago in Fiction
A Symphony of Love and Loss: Part Two - The Chasm of Despair
The symphony of their love, once a vibrant melody filled with laughter and joy, had been reduced to a mournful dirge punctuated by the sharp notes of Thia's resentment. Evni, a shadow of his former self, persisted in his pursuit of forgiveness. Day after day, he stood outside her door, his voice hoarse from apologies, his eyes pleading for another chance.
By Ivan Islam5 months ago in Fiction
Fast Charlie: Where Whiskey Soaks Redemption and Blood Stains Magnolias
In the sweltering tapestry of the Deep South, where lightning bugs paint the night alive and kudzu strangles mansions like vengeful vines, lurks Fast Charlie Bucktin. He ain't your average hitman, hell no. He's a Stetson-wearing bard of violence, a Faulknerian poet with a trigger finger that speaks a sonnet of lead. Pierce Brosnan, his Bond tux traded for a linen suit and a drawl thick as molasses, paints Charlie as a canvas of contradictions. He's got the charm to coax a rattlesnake out of its den, eyes that've witnessed enough crimson to stain the sunset, and a conscience that howls like a lost wolf on the moonlit plains.
By Ivan Islam5 months ago in Geeks
