Iazaz hussain
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The Day My Phone Betrayed Me
It all started on a bright Sunday morning — the kind of day when you feel like your life is finally under control. I woke up early, made myself a cup of tea, and decided to finally clean out my phone. You know, delete useless apps, organize photos, and maybe even respond to those unread WhatsApp messages from 2022.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Fiction
The Whispers Inside the Walls
1. The House on Elden Street It was just supposed to be a quick renovation job. Mark Henson, a struggling contractor from Baltimore, had taken the offer because it paid double the usual rate. The client—an elderly woman named Mrs. Albright—had called him personally, her voice trembling through the phone.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Horror
The Shop That Never Slept”
The street of Maplewood was silent after midnight. Every shop had closed hours ago — every shop except one. A small mobile repair shop, its signboard flickering between “Mobile Galaxy” and darkness, stood at the corner. Inside, under the dim yellow light, sat Arif, a 23-year-old with tired eyes and oil-stained fingers.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Humans
LateThe Letter That Arrived Too Late
The evening rain had begun just as Maya turned off the main road toward her apartment. The wipers moved back and forth lazily, struggling to keep up with the drizzle that blurred the streetlights. It was an ordinary Friday — or at least it should have been.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Families
Beneath Whispersthe Rain”
The rain had started gently, just enough to blur the city lights and wash away the noise of the evening. Amelia sat inside the small café on 5th Street, her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee she had long stopped drinking. Every drop that hit the window seemed to whisper his name—Ethan.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Families
The Power of One Step Forward
1. The Struggle That Defined Me There was a time in my life when every morning felt like a battle. I would wake up with a heavy heart, unsure if I had the strength to face another day. Life had slowly closed in on me — one disappointment after another.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Humans
HowThe Last Bus Home
1. The Night It All Fell Apart It was 10:37 p.m. when Ali realized he had missed the last bus home. The dim streetlight above flickered, throwing long shadows on the empty road. He stood there, clutching his worn-out backpack, feeling like life had closed another door on him.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Motivation
Knock at Midnight
The first knock came just as the clock struck twelve. Three soft raps — tap, tap, tap — steady and patient. I froze. Midnight visitors weren’t a thing in our neighborhood. The only sounds at that hour were the hum of the refrigerator and the wind scratching at the old wooden shutters. My husband was away on a business trip, and even the dog had started snoring on the couch.
By Iazaz hussain4 months ago in Fiction
