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Even in Dreams. Runner-Up in The Shape of the Thing Challenge.
Despite living so close to an airport, we never stopped and truly appreciated the sight of the different passenger flights soaring into the sky. I remember vividly lying one day beside you, recently, watching the vapour trails as another steel bird left for adventures in faraway places.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Fiction
The Hiding Angel
The little boy’s innocent face, his tiny hands covering his eyes—it seemed as if he wanted to hide from the entire world. His name was Ayan. Only five years old, yet his eyes carried a sadness that even grown-ups could not bear.
By New stAr writer about a year ago in Fiction
The Vanished Flight: A 37-Year Reunion
Flight 914: A 37-Year Mystery BY:Khan It was a chilly winter evening in 1955 when Flight 914 took off from New York, bound for Miami. The flight was scheduled to land at 10 pm, but as the clock struck 12, all contact with the control room was lost. Despite repeated attempts, the communication link could not be re-established. The plane vanished into thin air, leaving behind a trail of mystery and unanswered questions. The search operation that followed yielded nothing. No wreckage, no debris, no signs of life. It was as if the plane had never existed. The incident was soon relegated to the archives, and the world moved on. But 37 years later, on a fateful day, Flight 914 suddenly reappeared at Caracas Airport in Venezuela. The passengers and crew, including the pilot, emerged from the plane, looking puzzled but unharmed. The authorities were baffled, and the incident sparked a new wave of intrigue. ## A Family's Wait In a separate narrative, we find ourselves in a different time and place. Ali, a young husband and father, had left for New York on business, promising to return in three months. However, the months turned into years, and his wife, Aroosa, was left to care for their son, Samie. Despite Ali's assurances, he failed to return, and Aroosa's hopes began to dwindle. The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Aroosa's letters and phone calls became less frequent, and Ali's responses grew sporadic. The distance and uncertainty took a toll on their relationship. ## A Glimmer of Hope One day, Ali called Aroosa, promising to return for his brother's wedding. Aroosa's heart skipped a beat as she heard the words she had longed to hear. She shared the news with her family, and they began to count down the days until Ali's return. But fate had other plans. On the day Ali was supposed to return, Aroosa and her family received devastating news: Flight 914, the very plane Ali was supposed to be on, had gone missing. Aroosa's world came crashing down around her. ## A Miraculous Return Years passed, and Aroosa's hair turned gray. Samie grew up, got married, and started a family of his own. But Aroosa's love for Ali remained unwavering. And then, one day, Ali walked into her life, as if no time had passed at all. Aroosa's eyes welled up with tears as she gazed at Ali, her mind reeling with questions. "Where were you all these years?" she asked, her voice trembling. Ali smiled, his eyes filled with a deep affection, and wrapped his arms around her. ## A Bittersweet Reunion As Ali settled back into his life, he began to notice strange occurrences. His mother, who had passed away, seemed to be around him, watching over him. He would catch glimpses of her and his father, who had also passed away, walking together, hand in hand. One day, as Ali's son, Samie, was urging his wife, Zahra, to wake up his grandmother, Zahra burst into the room, screaming. Ali rushed in to find his mother standing in the room, alive and radiant. She smiled at him, took his father's hand, and walked out of the room. The image was etched in Ali's mind, and he found solace in prayer, performing nafl prayers to honor his parents' memory. As he stood in the silence of the night, he felt a sense of peace wash over him, a sense of connection to the loved ones he had lost. The story of Flight 914 remained a mystery, a tale of unexplained phenomena and unanswered questions. But for Ali and Aroosa, the reunion was a reminder that some bonds transcend time and space, and that love can conquer even the most inexplicable of circumstances.
By Khan about a year ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
The Alchemical Academy rose from Aethel's academic district like a Gothic cathedral made of metal and glass. Spires twisted skyward, crowned with aether-collectors that fed the building's vast experimental laboratories. Students in brass-buttoned coats hurried across courtyards where fountains danced with liquid mercury and crystalline trees grew in perfect geometric spirals.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Radio Signal
Amara's nights never stopped until dawn. While the rest of her classmates at the university slumbered through the night in dormitories, she sat in the observatory, headphones stretched tight, eyes on the rows of data inching across her screens. She wasn't scanning for meteors, or for the faint glow of distant galaxies. Amara was listening.
By Leyvel Writesabout a year ago in Fiction
“Echoes of an Evening Walk”
write by [MR HASHAM] Echoes of the Evening Walk Sham dhal rahi thi, asmaan ne suraj ke peeche laal aur sunehri rang phela diye the. Aaliya apni beti Sana ka haath pakad kar purane kachay raste par chal rahi thi. Dono ki chaal halki thi, jaise waqt ko zara dheere karna chahti ho.
By Muhammad hashamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Pizza That Called 911
The Pizza That Called 911 A Hilarious Tale of Cheese, Crust, and Chaos It all started on a Friday night when Jake Thompson decided to order pizza. Now, Jake wasn’t the kind of guy who cooked. The last time he boiled water, he set off the smoke alarm. The time before that, he burned cereal. (Yes, cereal. No one knows how.) So when it came to dinner, Jake had two options: microwave meals or pizza delivery.
By Muhammad Azeemullahabout a year ago in Fiction
The Sparrow’s Feather
My grandmother’s magic was a quiet thing. It lived on the highest shelf in her kitchen, in a simple glass jar filled with feathers. A brilliant blue jay feather for calming a child’s night terror. A stark black crow feather for helping a man forgive himself. A downy white owl feather for granting clarity to a confused heart.
By Habibullahabout a year ago in Fiction
Guardians And Angels | Chapter Five | Part 20
One My father stood at my bedroom door buzzing Hard as Fuck. That Friday night, when he decided to walk into my bedroom, I was still at the dance with mirror ball lights spinning across my freckles not knowing back home the robot cicadas from the fucking Jungle were screaming at him again.
By Christopher Dubbsabout a year ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Promise
The shop was easy to miss. Wedged between a boarded-up bakery and a pharmacy that never seemed to open, the little storefront bore only a faded sign: A. Marlowe, Horologist.
By ALEX_BLACKabout a year ago in Fiction
The Secrets my Mother Kept
Alexander shut his bedroom door and waited, listening to his grandmother's footsteps fade down the hallway. The sound of her favorite soap opera drifted up the stairs - she'd be occupied for at least an hour.
By Parsley Rose about a year ago in Fiction
The Cog-Boy of Aethel. AI-Generated.
In the heart of Aethel, where copper pipes snaked between buildings like metallic veins and steam clouds drifted perpetually through brass-framed windows, Master Elara Vance bent over her greatest work. The workshop around her hummed with the constant thrum of aether-powered machinery, crystalline conduits pulsing with ethereal blue light that cast dancing shadows across walls lined with gears, springs, and arcane instruments.
By Shane D. Spearabout a year ago in Fiction