Sudais Zakwan
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Sudais Zakwan – Storyteller of Emotions
Sudais Zakwan is a passionate story writer known for crafting emotionally rich and thought-provoking stories that resonate with readers of all ages. With a unique voice and creative flair.
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The Phone Call at 3:17 A.M.. Content Warning.
I always kept my phone on silent at night. It was a habit I had developed to protect my sleep and my sanity. That is why the ringing at exactly 3:17 a.m. terrified me so deeply. It cut through the silence like a blade, sharp and sudden, dragging me out of a heavy dream.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Horror
The Elevator That Stopped at Thirteen. AI-Generated.
The building I worked in had only twelve floors. Everyone knew that. The number thirteen was skipped entirely, like in most old office towers, out of superstition or habit. I had worked there for almost three years and never questioned it. The elevator buttons went from twelve straight to fourteen, and that was that.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Fiction
The Name Under the Bed
I never believed in checking under the bed. It always seemed like a childish habit, something people grew out of once they understood how the world worked. When I moved into my new house, a quiet place on the edge of town, the thought never even crossed my mind.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Horror
The Voice Above the Ceiling. AI-Generated.
The apartment I rented was small but quiet, which was all I wanted. After years of living with noisy roommates, the silence felt like a gift. The building was old, with thin walls and creaking floors, but it seemed peaceful enough. At least, it did at first.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Horror
The Mirror That Blinked. AI-Generated.
I noticed the mirror on the second day after moving into my new room. It was tall, narrow, and leaned against the wall instead of hanging properly. I was sure it hadn’t been there when I first inspected the place, but the landlord insisted it belonged to the room. I didn’t argue. It was just a mirror, after all.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Fiction
The Last Bus Home. Content Warning.
I never liked taking the last bus home, but that night I had no choice. My shift at the restaurant ended late, and my phone battery was almost dead. The bus stop was empty, quiet, and lit by a single flickering streetlight. The air felt colder than usual, and the silence pressed heavily on my ears.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Horror
The Room That Was Never Locked. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
I moved into the old apartment because it was cheap and close to my college. The building stood quietly at the corner of a narrow street, its walls dull and tired, as if it had seen too many lives pass through it. The landlord was an elderly man with slow movements and sharp eyes. When he handed me the keys, his grip tightened for a moment, as if he wanted to say something but chose not to.
By Sudais Zakwan7 days ago in Horror
The Last Letter from the Stars
In the year 2147, humanity had reached far beyond Earth. Colonies dotted the Moon, Mars, and the distant edges of the asteroid belt. Satellites orbited every known planet, and probes ventured into galaxies that only existed as faint points of light a century ago. Yet, despite all the technology, all the knowledge, and all the exploration, some things remained mysterious—some messages waited patiently, across the vast silence of space, for someone to hear them.
By Sudais Zakwan9 days ago in Futurism
The Cat Who Knew Too Much
No one knew exactly where Whiskers had come from. One day, he appeared on the doorstep of the small neighborhood café, sleek black fur glinting in the sunlight and eyes that seemed far too knowing for an ordinary cat. The café owner, Zara, was the first to notice something unusual. Whiskers didn’t just wander aimlessly; he observed, waited, and appeared to understand things no one else did.
By Sudais Zakwan9 days ago in Petlife
Threads of Gold. AI-Generated.
Mariam had grown up believing that her family was ordinary, like countless others in her quiet town. But on her grandmother’s last birthday, she discovered a secret woven into the fabric of her ancestry—one that had been carefully preserved across generations.
By Sudais Zakwan9 days ago in Families
The Clockmaker’s Apprentice
In the heart of the old city, between narrow streets and bustling marketplaces, there was a small shop where time seemed to move differently. The sign read Marcellus & Sons: Clockmakers, but to most passersby, it appeared to be little more than a curiosity. Intricate gears spun behind glass, pendulums swung with mesmerizing rhythm, and the faint ticking of countless clocks created a symphony of precision and patience.
By Sudais Zakwan9 days ago in Futurism
