Life
Saiful maluk and badri jamala.a legendary love story
"Today, I'll tell you the story of a fairy and a human's love tale, a love story that happened years ago. This is not just a story, but a reality that passed in the past. The names of these two people are Saiful Maluk and Badri Jamala. Saiful Maluk, the son of a king, fell in love with Badri Jamala, a fairy who was incredibly beautiful. She was so beautiful that anyone who saw her would lose their senses. Saiful Maluk was also very handsome, being the son of a king, and the king was a great ruler."
By New stAr writer about a year ago in Writers
The Clockmaker's Secret
In the quiet village of Windmere, nestled between green hills and silver lakes, there lived an old clockmaker named Elias Greaves. His shop sat at the corner of the cobbled main street, filled with the soft ticking of countless timepieces, from tiny pocket watches to grand floor clocks that boomed on the hour.
By Hamdan Khanabout a year ago in Writers
i am in control.. Content Warning.
I am in control. Those sullen words are like a food crumb that has been stuck in my teeth forever and marinating in a painful cavity, like a splinter shoved so deep in my skin that it bruises and becomes infected with no cure, like a friend that starts taking advantage of your life by stabbing you in the back with a kitchen knife without any remorse. So obsessive, yet so right. That is the norm, the moral of my existence. A mantra. Manifestation.
By Estere Kupleabout a year ago in Writers
The struggle for success my life part 2
Part 2 "When I met that girl, she told me that she loved me. I said that I'm a poor person, I don't want to get involved in love, I want to focus on my work, I want to achieve something in life, I want to do something for my parents. We don't even have a house to live in, so how can I think about love? When I told her this, she got angry and left. After some days, my book had a message written on it that someone wants to love you. When my sir saw it, he was quiet for a while and then asked me about it. I told him that someone had written it on my book, but I didn't know what it meant. I just told him that if someone writes on my books, I'll report it to him, and he'll take action. Sir didn't say anything to me at that time, but later, he expelled the girl from the academy. I didn't get in trouble, but the girl was expelled. Later, I found out that the girl was expelled."
By New stAr writer about a year ago in Writers
The wealthy man’s gift
A woman went to a wealthy man's house due to her husband's difficult circumstances and knocked on the door. A servant came out and asked her, "What do you want?" The woman said, "I want to meet your master." The servant asked, "Who are you?" The woman said, "Tell him I'm his sister." The servant knew the master had no sister, so he went inside and told his master, "There's a woman at the door who claims to be your sister." The master said, "Bring her in."
By New stAr writer about a year ago in Writers
"The Day I Lost Everything—and Found Myself"
There are days in life that leave an imprint on your soul. For me, that day came without warning. It started like any other—a cup of tea, a glance at my phone, a quick prayer for a peaceful day. I had no idea that by nightfall, my world would be flipped upside down. It was a Friday morning, and I remember feeling a strange heaviness in my chest. I brushed it off, blaming it on a poor night’s sleep. I reached the office a bit late, only to be called into a meeting with HR. Within minutes, I was told that my position had been terminated due to company downsizing. I sat in silence, my heart pounding, my mind racing. Just like that, my years of hard work vanished with a few cold, corporate words. As I walked out of the building, still trying to process what had happened, my phone buzzed. It was a message from someone I had loved deeply for two years. The message was short, almost cruel: "I can’t do this anymore. Please don’t contact me." No explanation, no closure. My heart sank deeper. First my job, now my relationship. I walked aimlessly, not sure where to go or what to do. The world around me felt distant, like I was walking through a fog. That evening, I sat alone on a park bench, tears silently rolling down my cheeks. People walked past, unaware of the storm inside me. I didn’t eat that night. I didn’t sleep either. My thoughts were a whirlwind of "Why me?" and "What now?" I felt completely lost. It felt like the universe had decided to wipe out everything I had built. But something strange happened the next morning. I woke up with puffy eyes and a headache, but also with a flicker of something I hadn’t felt in a long time: clarity. There was nothing left to hold on to. No job to report to. No messages to wait for. For the first time in years, I had nothing—and strangely, it was freeing. In the weeks that followed, I stopped trying to glue the broken pieces back together. Instead, I started over. I revisited the hobbies I had buried under work stress. I wrote, painted, and took long walks. I started freelancing—something I had always wanted to try but never dared. I read books on healing, on growth, on self-love. I learned to cook for one. I learned to enjoy my own company. I reconnected with old friends and opened my heart to new ones. Slowly, I started to rebuild—not the life I had before, but a new one rooted in authenticity. One of the most profound changes was my relationship with fear. Fear had always driven my decisions: fear of failure, fear of being alone, fear of disappointing others. But when I had nothing left to lose, I realized that fear had no power over me. I started saying yes to opportunities that scared me. I submitted my writing to online platforms, I joined local meetups, and I even took a solo trip—something I had always wanted to do but never dared. That solo trip changed everything. Sitting on a quiet beach, watching the sun dip below the horizon, I felt a peace I hadn’t known in years. I wasn’t running anymore. I wasn’t hiding behind work or relationships. I was simply existing—and it was enough. Looking back now, I realize that losing everything forced me to find myself. I was no longer the person constantly trying to prove her worth to a boss or a partner. I was enough, just as I was. I won’t lie and say it was easy. There were days I wanted to give up, moments when the silence felt too loud, and memories that still stung. But with each passing day, the pain turned into power. Now, I’m working on passion projects, surrounded by people who value me for who I am, not what I offer. I’m healthier, mentally and emotionally. And most of all, I’m grateful. Grateful for the day that broke me, because it also rebuilt me into someone stronger, wiser, and more alive than ever before. So if you’re reading this and going through your own version of "everything falling apart," let me tell you this: sometimes, when life takes everything away, it's actually giving you a clean slate. Use it. Rebuild. Become. The best chapters often begin with the most painful endings. And when it does get better—and I promise, it will—you’ll look back at your lowest moment not with anger or regret, but with gratitude. Because it led you here. To yourself.
By Victoria's writesabout a year ago in Writers
Cat and dog friendship
story about a cat and dog friendship: Whiskers the cat and Duke the dog were unlikely friends. They lived with their owner, a little girl named Lily, in a cozy house on a quiet street. At first, Whiskers was the queen of the house. She would lounge around, napping in the sunbeams that streamed through the windows, and purr contentedly whenever Lily petted her.
By New stAr writer about a year ago in Writers
Habib and masih friendship
I have a story about friendship, love, and loyalty. Habib Ullah and Masih Ullah were two friends who were together since their childhood. They went through every phase of life together, whether it was happiness or sadness. Their friendship was so strong that no difficulty could ever separate them.
By New stAr writer about a year ago in Writers
