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*The Clockmaker's Promise*
In a quiet town nestled between rolling hills and a slow-moving river, there stood a small shop with a crooked sign that read “Timeless Hands.” Inside, the air was warm and still, filled with the soft, steady rhythm of ticking clocks. Wall clocks, pocket watches, mantel clocks—they all chimed and clicked in quiet harmony, each keeping time in its own way.
By meerjanan7 months ago in Fiction
Operation Lassi Spill
It was one of those golden Punjabi afternoons—the kind where the sun hangs warm in the sky, the air smells of cardamom and fresh roti, and every lane in the village hums with celebration. A wedding was in full swing, the biggest the village had seen in years. Banners fluttered above the courtyard, children darted between guests with sticky fingers, and uncles danced with the kind of energy that defied their age.
By meerjanan7 months ago in Fiction
*The Forgotten Bench*
In a small town cradled by rolling hills and thick forest, there was a wooden bench by the lake. It wasn’t grand—its green paint had peeled, one leg was uneven, and the wood bore the soft scars of time. But if you sat there long enough, you might feel something linger in the air—quiet, familiar, like the echo of a laugh carried by the wind.
By meerjanan7 months ago in Fiction
My Friend’s Last Words Came in a Dream
It’s been a year since Lily passed away, but sometimes it still feels like she might text me, or I’ll turn a corner and see her laughing in that way only she could. Grief is strange like that—it never really goes away, it just changes shape.
By ETS_Story7 months ago in Fiction
The Window That Waited
In a quiet corner of the city, where the traffic never quite quieted and the buildings leaned into each other like old friends, stood a weathered apartment block with peeling paint and a rusted fire escape. It wasn’t grand or new, but it had stood for decades, holding stories in its walls.
By meerjanan7 months ago in Fiction
The Call Came After Midnight
I was half-asleep when my phone rang. The screen lit up my dark bedroom, the name flashing across it like something out of a dream — or a nightmare.
By ETS_Story7 months ago in Fiction
“The Last Paper Crane”*
In a narrow lane where the sun barely touched the ground by midday, tucked between a tea stall and an old tailor’s shop, stood a small stationery store with peeling green paint and a wooden sign that read “Baba Jan’s Papers” in faded ink.
By meerjanan7 months ago in Fiction
*The Bench by the Lake*
There was a lake on the edge of a quiet town, half-hidden behind sycamore trees and tangled ivy. It wasn’t on any tourist map, and no signs pointed to it. But those who found it—by accident or ache—often came back.
By meerjanan7 months ago in Fiction
Become A Millionaire
.1 Don't be rude in conversation. 2. Control your anger. 3. Do good to others. 4. Avoid pride. 5. Forgive others. 6. Speak softly.
By Tariq Pathan 7 months ago in Fiction
Beyond the Baby: Unveiling the True Face of the Biblical Cherubim
Beyond the Baby: Unveiling the True Face of the Biblical Cherubim When you hear the word "cherub," a single image likely comes to mind: a plump, rosy-cheeked baby with tiny wings, often seen in Renaissance art or on Valentine's Day cards. This cute, harmless figure is a cornerstone of popular culture, but it's a world away from the reality described in scripture. The true biblical cherub is a powerful, fearsome, and magnificent being, a high-ranking member of the angelic hierarchy.
By Sthephanie7 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Couldn't Sit Still
Gillian was seven years old and bursting with energy. Not the kind of energy that teachers like—quiet focus, calm listening, neat handwriting—but the kind that couldn't be contained in a chair or a classroom.
By Israr khan7 months ago in Fiction
He let go of my hand for a second.
A calm day, a calm river The river seemed calm that afternoon - silent, almost lifeless, like a mirror stretched out under a fading sky. But I have come to learn that the water is still the highest. We had no idea that the river could deceive us.
By Echoes of Life7 months ago in Fiction