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Whispers of the Forgotten Heart
The first time Ahaan saw Meera, she was standing by the bookstore window, absentmindedly tracing patterns on the glass as she stared at the falling rain. He had seen beautiful women before, but there was something about her—a quiet sadness in her eyes, as if she carried the weight of unspoken stories.
By Gaurav Guptaabout a year ago in Fiction
Title: The Silent Letter. AI-Generated.
It was on a gray, overcast afternoon when Clara first found the letter. The rain tapped softly against the window, creating a rhythm that was almost hypnotic as she sipped her tea, her thoughts wandering like the droplets sliding down the glass. She was used to solitude, having grown accustomed to the quiet of her apartment ever since she had moved to the city. The isolation had become a sort of comfort, a place where she could hide from the world, reflect, and heal. But on this particular day, something was different.
By Afifa Sultanaabout a year ago in Fiction
The Foundation of Family Begins with Love
What you give to a woman will return to you. A man who believes he can safeguard his children while waging war on their mother is living in a dream world. The love, respect, or hurt that he shows his partner will always be returned to him through his children. This thing is just plain unavoidable. Our home is the emotional and spiritual backbone of our homes, the mental health of a woman dictates the emotional health of everyone involved.
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Ananouki
Setting: The underground chambers beneath the Ananouki’s sanctuary. ________________________________________ Dima’s hand hovered over the grip of his revolver as the old man stepped closer, his tired eyes narrowing with a knowing sadness. The atmosphere in the chamber had shifted, turning from curious unease to a heavy, suffocating tension. Hassan was at his side, wide-eyed and anxious, his hand clutching the worn fabric of Dima’s jacket as if seeking reassurance in a world that had long since lost any semblance of stability.
By saad ahmedabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Quiet Observer"
"The Quiet Observer" Detective Leah Harper got the call shortly after midnight. As she sipped her cold coffee in her office, she gazed blankly at the case file in front of her. She had been up for weeks investigating a series of unsolved disappearances throughout the city, each one more mysterious than the last. Only an unsettling collection of photos provided to their relatives remained after the victims, who were primarily women, had disappeared without a trace. As though someone had been observing the women for a long time, the photographs, which were always taken from a distance, depicted them at their most vulnerable.
By Rajoan Islamabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Final Hour"
"The Final Hour" The rain pelted the windows of the small, dimly lit cabin as Detective Emma Wells paced nervously, the rhythmic sound of thunder mimicking the storm raging in her mind. She had been chasing this case for months — the mysterious disappearances of several young women, all found in various parts of the city, each with a cryptic message left at the scene. The messages were always the same: a set of numbers, like a code, that no one had been able to crack.
By Rajoan Islamabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Veil of Eternity"
"The Veil of Eternity" Skeldrin was a city unlike any other. The air hummed with the energy of a thousand inventions, and tall glass spires gleamed in the light of three moons. Beneath its breathtaking splendor and state-of-the-art technology, however, Skeldrin was a world of terror, where time was the most precious resource.
By Rajoan Islamabout a year ago in Fiction
"The Broken Heavens"
"The Broken Heavens" For Aeliana, the sky had always been reliable. When she was younger, she used to lie on the grass in her family's meadow and watch the clouds float, dreaming of the tales they held—tales of faraway places, long-forgotten rulers, and odd animals. However, that was prior to the sky breaking.
By Rajoan Islamabout a year ago in Fiction
The Summer Of Doubles
The Summer of the Doubles The summer heat had always felt like an endless stretch of sunburns and popsicles for Jess, who was twelve. Her best friend, Ben, was one year younger but always ready for whatever adventure she threw at him. The two of them spent their days riding bikes down the long, winding streets of their small town, sneaking into the woods behind the old mill, and making up stories about monsters and buried treasure. But this summer was different. Jess could feel it in the air.
By Desmond Hodgesabout a year ago in Fiction
