Hikmat

Joined May 2025

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The Tower Beyond Dust
Part I: The Compass That Didn't Point North The desert was older than the language of men. Wind carved the dunes with ancient fingers, and stars watched like silent archivists. No one crossed the Scarred Expanse anymore. Not since the dreaming ended. Not since the towers fell.
By Hikmat8 months ago in Fiction
The Girl Who Collected Silence
Part I: The Noise of All Things In the city of Viradis, there was a law older than any book or mayor: talk, or be forgotten.
By Hikmat8 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern’s Echo
1. Whisper in Emberglade Maris closed her eyes and inhaled the forest’s hush. Emberglade trembled with soft lantern light—tiny, floating orbs glowing in pink, gold, and sapphire, drifting like memories made visible. Each one carried a life’s echo—a lullaby sung, a promise whispered, a first spark of joy. She could feel them weave through her bones.
By Hikmat8 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern in the Lake
They said the lake was cursed, but Eron never believed them. He believed in silence. In fog. In the way water could reflect the world and still keep secrets beneath its surface.
By Hikmat8 months ago in Fiction
The Ember Orchard
Kael had always believed the orchard was a myth. Old travelers spoke of it with smoke in their voices, as if the words burned on their tongues. An orchard of living flame, hidden somewhere past the Hollow Cliffs, where trees grew fire instead of fruit and where the sky never truly slept. The elders in Kael’s village dismissed the tales as nonsense—"traveler’s tales," they’d say, “dangerous imaginings for a boy who already dreams too much.”
By Hikmat8 months ago in Fiction
Whispers Beneath the Dying Sky
The sky had stopped singing three nights ago. Ezra noticed it first when the stars no longer shimmered in their usual rhythms. Born under the breath of the constellations, he had always been able to hear them—not as music, exactly, but as whispers stitched between the wind and silence. Now, there was only stillness above.
By Hikmat8 months ago in Art
The Candlemaker's Secret
Story: In the heart of the bustling city of Lumina, where skyscrapers kissed the clouds and neon lights painted the night, there existed a quaint little shop nestled between towering buildings. Its sign read: "Elias's Candles – Light for the Soul."
By Hikmat9 months ago in Horror
Aila of the Heartroot
Story: In the quiet village of Elderglen, nestled between silver-tipped mountains and a whispering forest, lived a girl named Aila. She was born on the first day of spring, under a cherry blossom tree, as its petals danced in the wind. Her mother always said, “You’re part of the bloom, my love. The world will watch you grow.”
By Hikmat9 months ago in Poets
She Bloomed Like a Flower
In the quiet village of Elderglen, nestled between silver-tipped mountains and a whispering forest, lived a girl named Aila. She was born on the first day of spring, under a cherry blossom tree, as its petals danced in the
By Hikmat9 months ago in Poets
The Bench by the Bakery
There was an old bench outside Marlaâ€™s Bakeryâ€”chipped green paint, crooked legs, and iron arms curled like vines. Most people ignored it. But not me. I noticed it every morning because of the man who sat there.
By Hikmat9 months ago in Proof
The Happiness I Almost Missed
I used to think happiness was a finish line. Growing up, I would hear adults say things like â€œOnce I get this jobâ€¦â€ or â€œAfter I lose ten poundsâ€¦â€ or *â€œWhen the kids are olderâ€¦â€ and thenâ€”thenâ€”theyâ€™d be happy.
By Hikmat9 months ago in Motivation