Adventure
The Librarian Who Guarded Forbidden Magic
The Library That Never Appeared on Any Map No traveler ever found the library by accident. It stood hidden beyond a winding stone path deep within an ancient forest, a place so old that even the oldest maps refused to acknowledge its existence. Those who searched for it with greed or ambition always lost their way, wandering in circles until the trees returned them to the ordinary world. Only those carrying unanswered questions found the path waiting for them. Amelia had spent her childhood hearing whispers about the forgotten library from her grandfather, who claimed it contained books that were never meant to be read by ordinary people. After his death, she discovered a weathered compass among his belongings. Instead of pointing north, its needle turned toward the forest. Three days later, after following it through thick woods and abandoned trails, Amelia stood before a towering stone building whose shelves were said to hold the most dangerous knowledge ever written.
By Robert Redford4 months ago in Fiction
The Night Rain Spoke
A Chance EncounterThe monsoon rain in Swat did not fall gently; it poured like a heavy silver curtain, turning dirt roads into rushing streams and wrapping the entire valley in thick, cool mist. It was on one such wild evening that Zara found herself stranded at the old wooden bus stop, her light shawl soaked through at the edges, waiting for a ride that seemed to have vanished into the storm.
By The Curious Writer4 months ago in Fiction
The Messages From Tomorrow Part 3
The metal door moved exactly one inch. Not more. Not less. Just one inch. The moment the student touched the handle, the strange humming behind the door suddenly stopped. The abandoned railway station fell completely silent. Even the rain outside seemed quieter, as if the entire building had paused to watch what would happen next. His hand remained on the cold metal while his eyes stayed fixed on the man standing behind him.
By Muhammad Ayaan 4 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Forgot His Mission
Children’s Day in Indonesia always felt like sunlight woven into celebration. This year, the clear and safe woods of Central Java had been transformed into a colourful outdoor studio. Four adults—Janah, Nadirah, Rizal, and Ahmad—were busy decorating and styling the young children for the festivities. Ribbons hung from branches, makeup palettes lay open on tree stumps, and the air buzzed with cheerful chatter.
By Iqraa Toqeer4 months ago in Fiction
Reach for the sky
Swooping low over the runway, the Spitfire throttled back to a roar of highly-tuned Merlin engine, making a perfect landing on the grass strip at Kenley. Flight Sergeant McKinley nodded his approval as the pilot taxied neatly into position by the fuel bowser.
By Raymond G Taylor4 months ago in Fiction
The Messages From Tomorrow Part 2
The knock came exactly three times. Not two. Not four. Three slow knocks. Then silence. The student remained frozen in the darkness of his apartment, staring toward the front door while the storm continued raging outside. Only a few minutes had passed since the strange phone call ended, but it felt as though hours had gone by. Across the street, emergency vehicles still surrounded the damaged building where the explosion had occurred. Their flashing lights painted moving shadows across his walls, making the room feel even more unsettling.
By Muhammad Ayaan 4 months ago in Fiction
The Friday Food Fight
By the late twenty‑first century, the world outside had become a blur of neon cities, sky‑rails, and digital noise—but deep in a fictional corner of England lay a woodland village that refused to move with the times. Maratha had grown up among moss‑covered cottages, timber‑framed houses, and cobblestone paths that looked stolen from the Middle Ages. People here lived strangely between eras: some wore tunics and cloaks, others wore jeans from the early 2000s, and a few still clung to fashion trends from the mid‑twenty‑first century. They had phones and televisions, but neither worked inside the woods. Technology fizzled out the moment you stepped beneath the canopy, as if the forest itself preferred peace.
By Iqraa Toqeer4 months ago in Fiction
The Messages From Tomorrow Part 1
The message arrived at exactly 2:17 AM. Not 2:16. Not 2:18. Exactly 2:17. Rain hammered against the apartment windows while the city slept beneath a blanket of darkness. The storm had been growing stronger for hours, and every few minutes lightning flashed across the sky, briefly illuminating the rows of apartment buildings that stretched across the city. Most people were asleep. The streets below were almost empty except for a few cars moving through the rain. It was the kind of night that felt ordinary and forgettable.
By Muhammad Ayaan 4 months ago in Fiction
