Series
Whispers Beneath the Mango Trees
The First Light of Mango Grove In the gentle warmth of dawn, the first light of the sun crept across the horizon, spilling gold over the lush, dew-drenched fields. The scent of mango blossoms floated on the morning breeze, soft and sweet, stirring the peaceful landscape awake. It was the time when even the birds hesitated to chirp, reverent of the stillness that hovered over the land like a sacred prayer.
By Mukhtiar Ahmadabout a year ago in Fiction
A morning of misunderstanding
It was morning. A kind of orange sun came through the Thai glass of the balcony and made the room sparkle. Shan's room was already filled with orange bedsheets, curtains and carpets. As soon as he woke up, his mood was spoiled. He forgot to draw the curtains of the window last night—such a beautiful sleep was ruined
By Ishrat Jahan about a year ago in Fiction
A Test of Truth: A Short Story About Integrity
The Surprise That Changed Everything It was a misty Friday morning in Greenhill Town. The school bell had just rung, and class 7B at Oakridge School was buzzing with chatter and sleepy yawns. But something unusual was about to happen—something that would test more than just academic skills.
By Ahmad Malikabout a year ago in Fiction
The Last Bow of Ethan Hunt- Mission: Impossible-The Final Reckoning
The highly narrated eighth sequel of the Mission: Impossible series, named Mission: Impossible- The Final Reckoning is about to shake the cinematic world on 23rd May, 2025. The cinema lovers and millions of cruise fans are waiting eagerly for the last installment of this franchise.
By Jubyda Zafarabout a year ago in Fiction
Self-Belief Power
Maya always thought she wasn’t meant for great things. From the outside, she seemed like an ordinary person—quiet, cautious, and content to stay in her comfort zone. But inside, a restless voice whispered doubts she had learned to ignore for years.
By Aima Charleabout a year ago in Fiction
The Passenger
The city lights blurred as I pulled the sleek black car to a stop outside the hotel entrance. It was just past midnight, and the streets were mostly quiet—the perfect time for secrets to come alive. The faint scent of leather and rain lingered in the air inside the cabin. I glanced at my watch: 12:07 a.m. Sharp on time, as always. I was Bentley Brown, your chauffeur, but not just any driver. I was a silent witness to countless stories—some whispered, some shouted—all hidden behind closed doors.
By Bentley Brownabout a year ago in Fiction











