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The Stranger's umbrella. AI-Generated.
It changed into a rainy nighttime in Karachi, the form of downpour that makes the streets shimmer under flickering streetlights. Ayesha had just again domestic from her university lessons, shaking off the dampness from her Stolen as she stepped indoors. Her circle of relatives’s rental was quiet, her mom resting after dinner, her greater younger brother glued to his smartphone. the whole thing regarded everyday—till she observed the umbrella.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
Silent Room:. AI-Generated.
The room come to be tiled from floor to ceiling, every rectangular a light grey that regarded to swallow mild as opposed to reflect it. No home windows, no doorways seen from the inner—exceptional the faint hum of air that carried no heady scent, no warmth. It changed into a place designed to erase sound, to erase presence. A silent room.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
SHADOWS IN THE LANTERN FOG
The City That Smelled Like Regret Ravenbridge never smelled like rain. Not really. The city smelled like wet concrete, burnt oil, and the kind of smoke that curls out of closed bars at three in the morning when no one remembers what burned. Neon signs flickered in puddles of black water, distorted into eyes that watched you as you walked. The fog settled in the alleys like a warning, thick enough to make even the bravest think twice before stepping too far. I had lived here my entire life—or at least, enough of it to know that nothing in Ravenbridge existed for the good of its citizens. Everything existed for its own amusement. You could call the city alive, if you didn’t mind that it was the sort of life that gnawed at your insides and whispered when you were alone. It was the city that chewed dreams and spat out regrets, and I was one of the few who had made peace with it—or at least tried.
By Alisher Jumayev2 months ago in Fiction
lost Viens:. AI-Generated.
The medical institution room turned into tiled in pale ivory squares, each one sparkling beneath the fluorescent lighting. To all and sundry else, it'd have appeared sterile, everyday. however to Mara, the tiles seemed to pulse faintly, as although they carried veins below their surface—veins that had lengthy because vanished.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
Polar Nights & Northern Lights
The silence was deafening. I couldn’t remember the last time I had heard another human voice. I watched the crackling fire before me. It moved repetitively and seemed always as bored as I felt. I threw on a few more logs to keep the fire raging, but it still seemed dwarfed in the surrounding darkness.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
The Lonely Grave of Tala
On the vast and ancient soil of Iraq, along a quiet stretch of desert highway between Dhi Qar and Basra, lies a small, solitary grave. There is no marble, no ornament, no towering gravestone. Just a humble mound of earth with a simple name etched upon it:
By Ikram Ullah2 months ago in Fiction
THE VILLAGE THAT SHOULD NOT EXIST
Sometimes the strangest mysteries don’t come from legends, old books, or lost diaries. Sometimes they come from satellites quietly orbiting Earth at 17,000 miles per hour — cameras clicking, grids updating, pixels shifting.
By The Insight Ledger 2 months ago in Fiction
Broken Safe Haven
Katelyn froze. The blood-curdling scream chilled her more than the tepid water of the lake. She floated quietly and looked around, eventually settling her gaze on the cabin she and her family were staying in. Her mom came running out the door to the lakeshore, waving her arms and shouting. There was another scream, this time farther away but just as chilling. Katelyn's heart pounded in her ears, nearly drowning out her mom's voice. The words reached her ears, but the meaning did not reach her mind. She floated and tried to calm herself enough to concentrate. She was far shore, and it took some effort to decipher the words. Finally, Katelyn was able to focus on her mom's words: "Please let me know you're ok!"
By Eric Boring2 months ago in Fiction
Them.. Top Story - December 2025.
The storm raged wildly outside. With the fast pace of the train, the raindrops almost looked like razor blades slicing through the wind and the trees. It was difficult to see much beyond what was right outside the window. It was hot in the train cab, muggy. I could feel the beads of sweat starting to form around my scalp. I leaned my forehead against the window and let the freezing glass calm down the uncomfortable feeling.
By Leah Suzanne Dewey2 months ago in Fiction
