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When Time Sleeps. AI-Generated.
The world had forgotten the sound of ticking. It had been three hundred and twenty-one years since the Great Reset — the day the sky burned gold and the rivers began to flow forward again. Humanity called it The Dawn of Stillness.
By shakir hamid10 months ago in Fiction
“The Clever Rabbit Who Outsmarted the King of the Jungle”
The sun had barely risen when the first roar of the lion rolled across the jungle like thunder. Leaves trembled, birds took flight, and even the wind seemed to pause in fear. Deep inside his cave, the lion—massive, golden, and proud—opened his amber eyes. He was the unquestioned king of the jungle, but not the kind of king who protected his subjects. He ruled through terror.
By hamad khan10 months ago in Fiction
The Keeper of Midnight. AI-Generated.
The town of Ravenhollow was known for two things — its fog that never lifted, and the lighthouse that never went dark. Perched on the cliffs like a guardian angel turned to stone, it had watched over the sea for more than two centuries.
By shakir hamid10 months ago in Fiction
“First Rain, First Love: A Story of Fate and Forever
Rain has a magical way of bringing strangers together, and for Aisha and Haroon, it was fate’s gentle nudge. On a chilly, rainy afternoon outside the university gate, Aisha struggled to keep her books dry, unaware that a simple act of kindness would change her life forever. Haroon, holding a large black umbrella, stepped forward with a smile and a helping hand — a moment so ordinary, yet so extraordinary. That single encounter under the raindrops sparked a connection neither of them could ignore. As friendship blossomed, laughter turned into unspoken feelings, and silent glances grew heavier with meaning. This is the story of how love began quietly, unexpectedly, and beautifully — under the first rain, on the first day they truly saw each other.
By hamad khan10 months ago in Fiction
Silent Rooftops:. AI-Generated.
Karachi’s skyline is a stressed one. Minarets pierce the air, neon symptoms flicker, and rooftops stretch like islands above the chaos. For most, rooftops are places of get away — where laundry dries, children play cricket, or households gather below the celebrities. however for Ayesha, rooftops have become something else totally: a place of silence, memory, and haunting echoes.
By The Writer...A_Awan10 months ago in Fiction
The Perfect Match Was a Ghost
Leo’s dating life was a graveyard. A silent, digital graveyard filled with one-word replies, vanished matches, and the haunting phrase “Seen 8:42 PM.” He was considering deleting the “Spark” app for good when a new match notification popped up.
By Habibullah10 months ago in Fiction
