Omid khan

Joined January 2026

42 stories

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Hello AM Omid Khan I am here to write engaging and attractive stories

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The Stranger Who Paid for My Groceries and Changed My Future
I was standing in line at the grocery store, counting coins in my palm like they might magically multiply if I believed hard enough.
By Omid khan29 days ago in Fiction
One Secret From My Mother in Law Changed Everything Between Us
I never imagined that a simple visit to my mother-in-law’s house would alter the course of my marriage. Her house was quaint, tucked away at the edge of town, the kind of place that seemed frozen in time. It smelled faintly of lavender and old books, the air heavy with memories. I had always loved visiting her, though our relationship had been cordial rather than warm. She was a woman of few words but with a sharp mind and an aura of quiet authority.
By Omid khan29 days ago in Families
The Unshakable Joy of My Dog: A Story of Love, Loyalty, and the Purest Happiness
The wind was sharp that evening. Leaves danced across the empty streets as if running from an unseen fear. Zara walked alone, her hands deep in her pockets, eyes fixed on the ground. She had left the café quickly, leaving her coffee half-finished. Did she want to escape the awkward conversation, or was it the memory that clung to her mind?
By Omid khan29 days ago in Poets
Ahmed Tried to Help the Driver — and Ended Up Breaking the Car
Ahmadullah Shinwari had spent most of his life in a quiet village where the loudest sound was the wind brushing through wheat fields and the call of roosters at dawn. Horses, donkeys, and old wooden carts were the only ways people traveled. To him, the world beyond the mountains felt like a story from another universe.
By Omid khan30 days ago in Fiction
The Man Who Talked to the Empty Chair
In a small town cradled between rolling hills and dense, whispering forests, there lived a man who puzzled everyone yet touched no one at first glance. He sat quietly outside the old library every morning, on a worn wooden bench, with an empty chair beside him.
By Omid khanabout a month ago in Motivation
The Man Who Wrote Letters to His Future Self
Every year, on the quiet night before his birthday, Elias performed the same ritual. He sat at the small oak desk by his window.
By Omid khanabout a month ago in Motivation
The Lantern in the Rain
Rain had been falling for hours over the coastal town of Bramblewood, a relentless curtain that blurred the edges of every street and alley. Lanterns hung along the cobblestones, their warm glow swallowed by the gray wash of the storm. Only a few brave souls wandered outside, huddled in coats, umbrellas, and hope. Among them was Amina, her coat pulled tight against the wind, eyes fixed on the small, battered lantern she carried—an heirloom from her grandmother, promised to “light the way when darkness falls, even if all seems lost.”
By Omid khanabout a month ago in Writers
The Train That Only the Broken See
No one in Grayford spoke of the old railway after midnight. By day, it was nothing but rusted tracks slicing through tall weeds, a forgotten artery of a town that had moved on. Children dared each other to cross it. Market vendors nudged their carts over its planks. Life flowed past as if it didn’t exist.
By Omid khanabout a month ago in Motivation
The Bridge Where Lost Souls Whisper
Everyone in Greyhaven knew the bridge. It curved across the Blackmere River like a broken spine, its wooden planks twisted by decades of storms, its iron rails rusted the dark red of dried blood. No matter the season, fog clung to it like a living shroud. Even under the fiercest summer sun, cold mist seeped from beneath its boards — as if something below was breathing… waiting.
By Omid khanabout a month ago in Writers
The Painter of Forgotten Skies
In a village cradled by jagged mountains and windswept plains, a man lived quietly, remembered by few, yet known in whispers as Elias — the Painter of Forgotten Skies.
By Omid khanabout a month ago in Writers
The Lighthouse of Forgotten Dreams
The Lighthouse of Forgotten Dreams rose defiantly at the edge of the world, perched atop jagged cliffs that plunged into a churning, restless sea. To the casual observer, it was a crumbling relic—its white paint flaking, its copper dome tarnished and rusted, its glass panes fogged and cracked by decades of relentless storms. Yet for those who truly sought it, the lighthouse was far more than a tower of stone and light. It was a sanctuary where lost hopes lingered, where abandoned dreams whispered, and where forgotten aspirations waited patiently for someone brave enough to remember them.
By Omid khanabout a month ago in Writers
The Garden of Echoes
In a hidden corner of the world, where the hills rolled like gentle waves and the skies hummed soft, endless songs, there lay a garden unlike any other. It was invisible on maps and seldom found by wandering travelers, yet those who discovered it spoke of it in hushed reverence—calling it the Garden of Echoes. Some claimed the garden listened, others said it remembered, and a few whispered it even spoke—but only to those who truly needed to hear.
By Omid khanabout a month ago in Art