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By alinasir nasirabout a year ago in Chapters
Voices in the Void
The coffee had gone cold hours ago, but Dr. Sybil Aisling couldn't bring herself to leave the radio telescope control room. The signal had been repeating for three days now—a complex mathematical sequence that defied any natural explanation. Prime numbers, Fibonacci spirals, and something else entirely woven between them like a cosmic signature.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 7
Bringing international cricket matches to Pakistan, even if just a bunch of us old blokes, was a key objective for our trip. From the moment we set foot in the country all the way up until the present, with some help from the power of social media, we most certainly brought some added joy to many Pakistani cricket lovers. No doubt, in return the lives of all touring members were mutually enriched. During the three weeks in Karachi, there were scores of social engagements and meetings with the locals but one in particular felt most special and underscored the ethos of our trip.
By S. J. Leahyabout a year ago in Chapters
📖 Secrets of Silence
Chapter 2: "The Door of the Old Mansion" The night had grown deeper. The moon shimmered alone in the sky, while clouds drifted by, hiding it from sight every now and then. At the edge of Noorabad stood the old mansion, drowned in darkness. For years it had seemed abandoned, but tonight its silent walls felt as though they were hiding a secret from Alia. The moment she turned off the car engine, the atmosphere grew even more terrifying. The branches of the trees rustled with the wind, whispering like unseen voices. Alia took a deep breath and slowly walked toward the gate. The hinges groaned as the heavy doors creaked open, and a strange fear gripped her heart. But she did not turn back. The moment she stepped inside, the dry leaves scattered on the ground crunched beneath her shoes. In the darkness, the wounds of time were clearly visible on the mansion’s walls: broken windows, peeling paint, and old portraits dangling loosely from their hooks. “This place really does look like something out of a horror movie…” Alia whispered to herself, but gathered her courage and kept moving forward. Suddenly, the door behind her slammed shut. Her heartbeat raced. “Who’s there?” she called out. Her voice echoed into the darkness, only to fade away. Moments later, footsteps echoed from the staircase—slow, heavy, deliberate steps. Alia clutched her camera bag tightly. From the shadows of the stairs, a tall figure appeared. That face, those piercing eyes… it was Ayaan. He walked down and said only one thing: “You shouldn’t have come here.” Suppressing her fear, Alia steadied her voice: “I’m a journalist. Asking questions is my right. People are saying Anwar’s death happened because of you. Is that true?” A flicker of light passed through Ayaan’s eyes, but he didn’t answer. Instead, he turned away, as if he had no intention of speaking. Alia stepped closer. “If you didn’t do anything, why stay silent? Hiding the truth won’t change reality.” Ayaan stopped. Slowly, he turned his head and said in a deep voice: “Truth isn’t always what you want it to be.” His words sent a chill through Alia. Suddenly, the mansion’s electricity flickered, and for a brief moment the entire hall lit up. Alia’s eyes landed on a portrait hanging above the wall. It showed Anwar and Ayaan standing together. The words slipped out of her mouth: “So you did know Anwar?” Ayaan gave no reply. He climbed the stairs quickly. Alia made a decision in her heart. “This man knows everything. To reach the truth, I’ll have to follow him.” She carefully began to ascend the staircase. Each step groaned beneath her feet, and the darkness grew heavier. At the top was a long corridor, rooms on both sides. The doors were shut, but from within, faint breathing could be heard. Alia pressed her ear closer and realized someone was reciting softly inside—Qur’anic verses, or perhaps a prayer. She slowly opened the door. Inside stood Ayaan. In front of him, on a small table, lay one of Anwar’s files. Alia gasped. “These… these are Anwar’s documents! How did they end up with you?” Ayaan’s voice turned harsh: “This is not your concern. Leave right now.” Alia, gathering courage, stepped forward. “No. Now it is my concern. Because your secrets might decide the fate of this entire city.” At that very moment, the window panes shattered. The room shook as a storm of wind rushed in. Both of them recoiled in shock. Outside, in the darkness, a shadow fled. Ayaan rushed to the window, but the figure was impossible to identify. Clenching his teeth, he muttered: “He’s watching us…” Alia’s trembling voice asked: “Who?” Fear flashed in Ayaan’s eyes. “The same one who killed Anwar. And now he’s following us.” End of Chapter 2: Alia’s heart pounded violently. She now understood this was no ordinary murder, but the beginning of a dark game. Ayaan’s words echoed in her mind: “He’s watching us…” Who was this mysterious enemy? And after Anwar’s death, whose turn would be next?
By dabeer hashmiabout a year ago in Chapters
🌙 The Moon Who Wanted to Be the Sun
In the endless dance of the heavens, the Moon watched the Sun with quiet longing. Every morning, as the Sun rose, the world came alive. Flowers bloomed, oceans glittered, and children ran beneath the golden warmth of sunlight. People painted the Sun in their stories, sang songs about its power, and lifted their faces with joy when it appeared.
By Alexander Mindabout a year ago in Chapters
Amnity and the Forgotten Grove
Amnity had always been different from the other witches in the Moonhaven Coven. While they brewed potions with precise measurements and cast spells by ancient formulas, Amnity worked by feeling—letting magic flow through her like water finding its course.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 6
Saying that cricket in Karachi presents a few challenges, is a bit of an understatement. During the month of September, a big hurdle is the hot weather. Coming from Australia, I am accustomed to warm weather but the heat we experienced on this trip was beyond anything I’ve played under back home. Temperatures hovered around the thirty five degrees Celsius mark and never seemed to dip very much overnight. On top of this, humidity started each day at around one hundred percent and rarely relented, even late in the day. With the scorching sun seldomly having a cloud to hide behind, every moment out on the field rapidly sapped energy and tested resolve.
By S. J. Leahyabout a year ago in Chapters
