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She Still Loves Me
And I Never Stopped Paying for the Night I Left By Anees Ul Ameen I promised myself I would never return to that house. But love has a way of dragging you back to places where you were weakest.
By anees8 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a peaceful village nestled between vast hills and serene lakes, lived a boy named Ayan. He was known for his quiet nature, yet his mind was bursting with dreams. Unlike his peers who were satisfied with routine, Ayan longed for adventure, exploration, and achievement—all synonyms of the ambitions he nurtured silently.
By meerjanan8 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Climb
In a quiet village nestled between green hills and calm lakes, there lived a boy named Ayan. He was quiet by nature, often seen sitting under the old fig tree with a faraway look in his eyes. While others played, he would sketch mountains, write in his worn notebook, and stare at the peaks beyond the horizon.
By meerjanan8 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Attic
There was a house on the edge of the village that no one spoke of, not unless the wind was still and the night felt too long. It stood at the top of the hill, half-hidden by ivy and time, its windows clouded with dust, its porch sagging under the weight of years. The other children said it was cursed. They claimed they’d seen shadows where there should be none, heard laughter when the house had been empty for decades.
By meerjanan8 months ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjanan8 months ago in Fiction
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting When people think about war, they imagine soldiers, tanks, and explosions. But today, some of the most dangerous battles are happening quietly—without gunfire, without borders, and often without the public even noticing. This is the age of cyber warfare, and it has already changed how nations compete for power.
By Wings of Time 8 months ago in Fiction
The Gentle Work of Loving You
“Sweetheart stop making a mess please” “Okay mama” “Do you want a snack?” “Yes thank you” “Here’s some cookies” “What happened sweetheart why are you screaming???”
By Diani Alvarenga8 months ago in Fiction
A Widow’s Hidden Fortune and a Lesson in True Wealth
I was sitting in the sterile waiting room of Dr. Ellis’s clinic, flipping through an outdated magazine, when my phone buzzed. It was my daughter, Sophia. Her voice was sharp. “Mom, Marcus and I are heading to Europe tomorrow. I sold the beach cottage and your old Chevy. We needed the cash.” The line went dead.
By anna8 months ago in Fiction
The Gift of the Heart
It was Christmas Eve, and the small apartment of Jim and Della was filled with a quiet sadness. They had very little, and what little they did have was precious. Jim, with his worn coat and tired eyes, had been working long hours as a clerk to make ends meet. Della, with her soft brown hair tied in a simple ribbon, counted every penny as she tried to make the holiday special.
By anna8 months ago in Fiction
My Daughter Says She Remembers Me From Before I Was Her Father
She knows the part of my life I erased By Anees Ul Ameen The first time my daughter said it, I thought she was joking. “You used to be different,” she said, staring at me from the backseat as rain streaked the car windows. “Before you were my dad.”
By anees8 months ago in Fiction
The Space Between Us
The first thing I noticed about the building was the silence. It stood in the middle of a crowded city block, surrounded by traffic, noise, and movement, yet inside its walls, people lived as strangers. Doors closed quickly. Eyes avoided contact. Everyone carried their own lives like heavy luggage, careful not to bump into anyone else.
By Asghar ali awan8 months ago in Fiction
Immortality Pill Failure
Putin woke up after the injection, looked in the mirror, and dialed a number in panic, "Masha, I don't think this immortality pill works the way it's supposed to! Are you sure about the dosage?"
By Lana V Lynx8 months ago in Fiction