The Writer...A_Awan
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16‑year‑old Ayesha, high school student and storyteller. Passionate about suspense, emotions, and life lessons...
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The Empty Chair:. AI-Generated.
The waiting room looked ordinary at first glance rows of plastic chairs, a merchandising system buzzing in the corner, fluorescent lighting fixtures buzzing overhead. people came and went, shuffling papers, checking phones, whispering to each other in hushed tones. but one chair always stood out.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Psyche
The Unknown Passenger:. AI-Generated.
It became close to midnight after I boarded the closing bus home. The metropolis outdoor become drenched in rain, the streets shimmering beneath the faint glow of flickering lamps. inside the bus, the air smelled faintly of damp fabric and tiredness. A handful of passengers sat scattered throughout the seats—students with headphones, office people staring blankly at their telephones, and some strangers whose faces I didn’t trouble to observe.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Psyche
Shadows In The Mirror:. AI-Generated.
The reflect had usually been regular. A rectangle of glass framed in timber, hanging quietly on the wall of Sara’s bed room. For years, it had meditated not anything greater than her tired mornings, moved quickly evenings, and the occasional smile she forced earlier than leaving for paintings. however one iciness night time, as the wind rattled in opposition to the windowpanes, the replicate commenced to alternate.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
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
The Apartment Above:. AI-Generated.
I had lived in my rental for nearly three years in advance than I found something uncommon. It have turn out to be a modest area— rooms, a small kitchen, and a balcony that neglected the street. The building itself become vintage, the sort of structure that creaked on the identical time because the wind blew too hard, however it had person. My buddies were quiet. For a long time, it felt like domestic.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Horror
The Teacher's smile:. AI-Generated.
The study room come to be humming with nervous strength. It have become the day of the large exam, the only that everybody had been speaking about for weeks. college college students shuffled their papers, tapped their pens, and whispered very last-minute formulation to themselves. I sat at my desk, looking at the easy sheet within the the front of me, my thoughts in reality frozen.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Confessions
Rise Strong:. AI-Generated.
Lifestyles has a manner of attempting out us even as we least count on it. One second, the whole thing feels everyday, and the subsequent, the floor underneath us shifts. We stumble, we fall, and every so often we enjoy as despite the fact that we may additionally moreover in no way stand over again. but it's miles within the ones very moments of crumble that the seed of resilience is planted. To upward thrust robust isn't always approximately keeping off hassle—it is approximately embracing it, studying from it, and transforming it into gasoline for increase.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Lifehack
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
Shattered Home:. AI-Generated.
The house on Willow street regarded everyday from the outside—white paint peeling from the shutters, a rusted swing creaking within the wind, and a garden that had lengthy surrendered to weeds. but inner, the walls carried echoes of arguments, whispers of betrayal, and the heavy silence of a family unraveling.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Families
Stolen Childhood:. AI-Generated.
The scent of honeysuckle continually delivered the reminiscence lower back—no longer the perfume itself, however the feeling it represented: weightlessness. It worn-out to be the sensation of swinging so immoderate at the rusty tire swing that the arena blurred into green and blue, whilst the sound of his mother’s laughter, like wind chimes, drifted from the kitchen window. For Leo, that memory become the sum trendy of his early kids—a unmarried, great postcard of a life that felt like it belonged to a person else.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Families
Fractured Bond:. AI-Generated.
The Lopez family had continuously regarded normal to buddies. Their small house on Maple street carried the scent of home-cooked meals, the sound of laughter from kids, and the warm temperature of own family gatherings. but at the back of closed doorways, cracks had started out to form—cracks that no person desired to admit had been there.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
Mending the silence:. AI-Generated.
The Alvarez own family had commonly been stated for his or her Sunday gatherings. friends widely recognized the laughter that spilled from their domestic, the aroma of meals drifting through open home home windows, and the warmth that appeared to radiate from inside. but at the back of the cheerful façade, cracks had commenced to spread—cracks that threatened to interrupt them apart.
By The Writer...A_Awan2 months ago in Fiction
