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The Mirror That Learned to Dream
In a museum basement, forgotten behind dust and velvet ropes, stood a mirror that no one dared clean. It didn’t reflect what was — only what you wanted to see. A smile that never happened. A hand that never reached back. A version of you that didn’t leave.
By GoldenSpeech3 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 13
Although we didn’t have a license to free roam, there were plenty of establishments in the hotel to keep us fed. Each morning, for breakfast we had the expansive Marco Polo buffet. In the evenings, there was a traditional Pakistani buffet for a local flavour. As for Eastern Asian flavours, we had Taipan yum cha and the “best restaurant in Pakistan,” Sakura Japanese. Catering to the Western palate, you had the Steakhouse or executive lounge. Room service, a café in the lobby and the Kwikimart† rounded out the plethora of options at our immediate disposal.
By S. J. Leahy4 months ago in Chapters
The Man, The Mountain, and The Climb
". . .He keeps climbing because stopping would mean surrendering everything he has built, every promise he swore to keep. The air thins as he ascends, and though he’s given everything—strength, time, conviction—the mountain gives little back. Once, it felt sacred to climb.
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast4 months ago in Chapters
Beneath the Surgical Light
The cold air of the operating theater bit gently against her skin as Dr. Aisha Khan adjusted her mask and pulled her cap tighter. The faint hum of machines filled the room, blending with the rhythmic beeping of the patient monitor. Under the sterile white lights, she looked calm—composed even—but inside, her heart beat a little faster than usual.
By Shahzada Luqman4 months ago in Chapters
Love After Liberation : A Journey of Trust, Wholeness & Second Chances
The first date after heartbreak feels like stepping onto a stage you never rehearsed for. The hum of nerves is louder than the music in the café. The sound of your own laughter feels foreign - too cautious, too careful, too rehearsed. And when silence falls across the table? You hear everything: your heartbeat, your doubt, the ghost of a voice whispering, What if this ends the same way?
By Yvey Essen4 months ago in Chapters
Love After Liberation: A Journey of Trust, Wholeness & Second Chances
The room is quiet, but my heart is not. It beats with the memory of old wounds and the faint echo of laughter that once filled my days. In the stillness, I hear it - a whisper, soft as a prayer: Could I love again?
By Yvey Essen4 months ago in Chapters
