Fiction

*The Color She Couldn’t Name*
In a narrow lane where the scent of warm bread curled through the morning air and the tailor’s sewing machine clicked like a steady heartbeat, there stood a quiet little studio with peeling paint and a rusted door handle. Its sign, once bold in cursive—Meher Art Studio—had faded into near silence, as if the building itself had learned to whisper.
By meerjanan6 months ago in Art
Exploring the Enigmatic Ishim: The Angels Closest to Humanity
In the vast and complex lore of angels, many names are familiar: Seraphim, Cherubim, and Archangels. But what about the Ishim? This lesser-known order of angels holds a unique and profoundly important place in certain esoteric and theological traditions, particularly within Jewish mysticism. Unlike the cosmic, fiery beings of the higher angelic hierarchies, the Ishim are depicted as the angels who are most closely connected to the human world. They are the bridge between the divine and the mortal, and their story is one that speaks directly to our own spiritual journey.
By Sthephanie6 months ago in Art
"From Awkward to Articulate"
Some people are born with the gift of gab. They speak with charm, confidence, and clarity. Then there are those who stumble on their words, feel their heart race when called on, and wish they could disappear during every group presentation. Zara was definitely the latter.
By Najeeb Scholer6 months ago in Art
The Power of Words
There is a force more powerful than fists, louder than shouts, and longer-lasting than memories: words. Spoken or written, whispered or declared, words carry the weight to heal or to harm, to build or to break. They are tools we all possess, yet few understand the true power they hold. This is a story—and a reflection—on the invisible but undeniable strength of words.
By Najeeb Scholer6 months ago in Art
"The Climb No One Saw"
Rafiq had always been small for his age — slight in build, quiet by nature. Growing up in the shadow of towering cliffs that surrounded his village, he dreamed of climbing one day, touching the clouds that kissed the peaks. But life had other plans.
By Najeeb Scholer6 months ago in Art
"Echoes of an Empty Home"
The house stood at the end of a quiet lane, its windows dusty, its paint peeled by time. Wildflowers grew through the cracks in the stone steps, and ivy climbed its way across the balcony where wind chimes once danced with the breeze.
By Najeeb Scholer6 months ago in Art
"Letters from the Edge"
In a small, war-scarred border town where sirens replaced songbirds and every dawn brought uncertainty, lived a girl named Liana.
By Najeeb Scholer6 months ago in Art
"Steps Without Shoes"
In a remote village on the edge of dusty plains, where the earth cracked in the summer and flowers bloomed only in stories, lived a boy named Ravi.
By Najeeb Scholer6 months ago in Art
"Broken Chains"
In the small town of Jharwala, hidden behind old walls and rusted gates, lived a girl named Noor. She was seventeen and known for her silence. While others laughed and played in the dusty streets, Noor stayed close to the shadows—watching, waiting, surviving.
By Najeeb Scholer6 months ago in Art
"The Last Candle in the Dark"
The war had turned the city into a shell of ash and echoes. Once a vibrant place where birds sang at dawn and shopkeepers laughed in the alleys, the city now lay under a gray sky, muted and broken. Smoke curled from buildings with no roofs. Schools were abandoned, markets empty, homes shattered. The world had gone quiet—not the peaceful kind of quiet, but the kind that hums with loss.
By Najeeb Scholer6 months ago in Art
"Shattered but Standing"
The world knew her as strong, brave, unshakable. But behind that carefully guarded smile, Areeba was breaking—quietly, invisibly, piece by piece.
By Najeeb Scholer6 months ago in Art
The Darkness Had Won. Content Warning.
The Dallas heat hit me like a betrayal. I stepped off the Greyhound, dragging a tattered suitcase behind me. California had promised dreams—but all I found were nightmares and an emptiness I tried to fill with powder and pills.
By Jordyn Click6 months ago in Art