Wings of Time
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I'm Wings of Time—a storyteller from Swat, Pakistan. I write immersive, researched tales of war, aviation, and history that bring the past roaring back to life
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I Lost My Writing Mojo — But I Found My Way Back
I Lost My Writing Mojo — But I Found My Way Back For a while, it felt like my words had packed their bags and left. I’d sit at my laptop, fingers hovering over the keys, waiting for inspiration to hit. But all I got was silence. Not the peaceful kind—no, this was the uncomfortable, heavy kind. The kind that makes you question yourself. Am I still a writer? Was I ever?
By Wings of Time 7 months ago in Writers
The Coffee Shop That Changed Everything
The Coffee Shop That Changed Everything It started with a spilled latte and an awkward apology. I was 28, stuck in a job I didn’t love, in a city that no longer felt like home. Every day was a copy of the last: wake up, pretend to care, scroll mindlessly through social media during lunch, and come home to silence. I wasn’t unhappy exactly—but I wasn’t alive either. Life was muted. Flat. Background noise.
By Wings of Time 7 months ago in Motivation
My Smart Fridge Is Trying to Ruin My Life
Title: My Smart Fridge Is Trying to Ruin My Life Story: It all started innocently enough. I bought a smart fridge because it was on sale and had a touchscreen. That’s it. That’s all it took to invite digital chaos into my kitchen.
By Wings of Time 7 months ago in Humans
The Great Pajama Heist: Or How I Accidentally a Whole Town in My Underwear
"The Great Pajama Heist: Or How I Accidentally a Whole Town in My Underwear" Chapter 1: The Man in the Polka-Dot PJs Barry Bumble thorn was a man of simple pleasures: stamp collecting, birdwatching, and his prized possession—378 pairs of pajamas. As Snoreville’s most enthusiastic librarian, he lived a quiet life… until the night he became a criminal mastermind. It started innocently. Barry had volunteered to organize the town’s first-ever Pajama Swap Meet at the community center. But when he accidentally knocked over a display of “donated” onesies, he panicked. In a sleep-deprived haze, Barry stuffed his arms into a kangaroo pouch onesie, tripped over a laundry basket, and emerged dressed as a rogue marsupial. The crowd cheered. Someone yelled, “Encore!” Barry fled, but not before grabbing a suspiciously large duffel bag labeled MAY CONTAIN NAP-related ITEMS .
By Wings of Time 7 months ago in Fiction
