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The Girl Behind the Door
1. The Whispering House In the overlooked town of Elmbrook—where the wind murmured like a overlooked bedtime song and the crows roosted like prophets—stood an ancient, exhausted house. It had no title, but everybody called it The Wilt House. Children strolled quicker close it; older folks whispered supplications; and those who had once challenged to trespass carried their hush like a mystery curse.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Phone Call
The Last Phone Call Some calls aren't meant to be answered. By Darwesh The phone rang at 1:47 a.m. I hadn’t heard it ring in weeks — not since I moved to the cottage in the hills, far from the city, far from the memories. The landline came with the place. I never gave the number to anyone.
By Shafi Ullah Darweshabout a year ago in Fiction
The Power of Truth: A Wise King’s Justice
In a kingdom ruled by power and pride, it was not a warrior or a noble who won the king’s heart — but a simple water carrier. His joy was in serving others. His reward? A betrayal that nearly cost him his life. But fate had other plans. This is the tale of Shankar — a humble soul whose honesty outshined even the most cunning schemes.
By Soul Pagesabout a year ago in Fiction
The House at the End of Memory
I was eleven the first time I saw the house. It perched at the end of a road swallowed by trees, a path my grandmother told me never to follow. “Where the branches hush the world,” she’d whisper, “some silences carry echoes louder than screams.”
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Three Colors Before Dying
In the last days of his life, Elias saw blue, amber, and crimson. No one knows exactly when it started—when humans lost their ability to see the full spectrum of colors. Scientists called it Selective Retinal Suppression. Philosophers claimed it was a curse. But the people of the city called Astraea believed it was fate. In this dystopian world, you were born with the ability to see only three colors—no more, no less—and those three shades determined the trajectory of your life.
By Mehtab Ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
