Sudais Zakwan
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Sudais Zakwan – Storyteller of Emotions
Sudais Zakwan is a passionate story writer known for crafting emotionally rich and thought-provoking stories that resonate with readers of all ages. With a unique voice and creative flair.
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The Runner Who Couldn’t Stop. AI-Generated.
Daniel had always been an average athlete. In school, he never won races, never stood out, and often finished last. People would tell him, jokingly or seriously, that he didn’t have what it takes to be fast or strong. At first, Daniel believed them. He trained reluctantly, gave up easily, and avoided competitions where he might be embarrassed. But one day, something changed. He realized it wasn’t about winning. It was about proving to himself that he could go further than he thought. That day, he started running—not to beat anyone else, but to challenge himself.
By Sudais Zakwan13 days ago in Motivation
The Musician Who Kept Playing
From the first time I heard Laila play the piano, I was captivated. She had an unusual talent for creating melodies that seemed to linger long after the music ended. But talent alone was never enough for her. Laila faced countless obstacles. Her family struggled financially, and she often had to choose between buying sheet music or paying for lessons. Many nights, she practiced in near darkness, using a single dim lamp, her fingers stiff and sore. Yet, no matter the difficulty, she refused to stop playing.
By Sudais Zakwan13 days ago in Motivation
The Carpenter’s Lesson
When I first met Samuel, he was just another apprentice in a small woodshop in our town. He had little experience, no special talent, and often struggled to cut straight lines or assemble simple furniture. Many of the other apprentices mocked him, saying he would never become a good carpenter. I remember watching him quietly, noticing that he never complained, never gave up, and seemed determined to learn, no matter how many mistakes he made.
By Sudais Zakwan13 days ago in Motivation
The Student Who Refused to Quit
I met Alex during my first year at college. From the very beginning, it was clear he struggled with most of his classes. Math formulas seemed like a foreign language to him, essays took hours to write, and even the simplest assignments left him frustrated. Other students whispered about how he would never succeed, how maybe college wasn’t meant for him. I watched him quietly, noticing something that others often overlooked—he never gave up. No matter how many times he failed, he tried again the next day.
By Sudais Zakwan13 days ago in Motivation
The Painter’s First Masterpiece
Ever since I was a child, I loved to paint. Colors, shapes, and brushes fascinated me, but I was never confident in my work. I would spend hours sketching in my notebook, only to tear it up because I thought it wasn’t good enough. I wanted my art to impress people, but I was terrified of criticism. The idea of showing my work to anyone made my hands shake and my stomach tighten. I dreamed of becoming a painter, but fear kept me from trying.
By Sudais Zakwan13 days ago in Motivation
The Marathon of Life. AI-Generated.
When I first decided to run a marathon, I thought it would be easy. I pictured myself crossing the finish line with a smile, feeling proud and accomplished. What I didn’t expect was how grueling the journey would be. The first few weeks of training were manageable, even enjoyable. But soon, my muscles ached, my energy drained faster than ever, and the thought of running twenty-six miles felt impossible. I started to question myself. Why did I think I could do this? Maybe some people were just born to succeed, and I wasn’t one of them.
By Sudais Zakwan13 days ago in Motivation
Rising from the Ashes
A year ago, I had nothing. My small business had collapsed, leaving me with debt, a broken lease, and the overwhelming feeling that I had failed. Friends tried to comfort me, but no words could erase the sinking weight in my chest. Every morning, I woke up feeling smaller, like the world had shrunk around me, and every night I went to bed wondering if I would ever rise again. The hardest part was not the loss—it was the loss of belief in myself.
By Sudais Zakwan13 days ago in Motivation
The Knock at Midnight
I had been living alone in the old townhouse for almost a month when it started. It was a quiet street, and I liked it that way. The first knock came at exactly midnight. I was reading in bed, the only light coming from my bedside lamp, when a soft tapping echoed through the wooden door. I paused, thinking it must be a neighbor, though I didn’t expect anyone to visit so late. When I opened the door, the hallway was empty. Nothing but shadows and silence. I shrugged, assuming it was a branch or a small animal hitting the window, and went back to bed.
By Sudais Zakwan13 days ago in Horror
The Face in the Window
I noticed the face on the fourth night after I moved into the apartment. It was raining heavily, and the city lights reflected strangely on the glass. I had just finished dinner and was standing near the window when something caught my eye. For a brief second, I thought I saw someone staring back at me from outside.
By Sudais Zakwan13 days ago in Art
Shadows in the Attic. AI-Generated.
I had always loved old houses, so when I found one on the edge of town with a “for rent” sign, I didn’t hesitate. The place was charming, with creaking floors, high ceilings, and an attic that I was told had once been used for storage. The landlord warned me that the attic was dusty and dark, but nothing more. I laughed it off, thinking of the old horror movies I’d watched as a teenager.
By Sudais Zakwan13 days ago in Horror
The Phone Call at 3:17 A.M.. Content Warning.
I always kept my phone on silent at night. It was a habit I had developed to protect my sleep and my sanity. That is why the ringing at exactly 3:17 a.m. terrified me so deeply. It cut through the silence like a blade, sharp and sudden, dragging me out of a heavy dream.
By Sudais Zakwan13 days ago in Horror
The Elevator That Stopped at Thirteen. AI-Generated.
The building I worked in had only twelve floors. Everyone knew that. The number thirteen was skipped entirely, like in most old office towers, out of superstition or habit. I had worked there for almost three years and never questioned it. The elevator buttons went from twelve straight to fourteen, and that was that.
By Sudais Zakwan13 days ago in Fiction
