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The Girl Who Drew Doors
She discovered the gift at seven, crouched on the kitchen floor with a stub of crayon, drawing a rectangle on the wall. When she tugged the doorknob she’d scribbled in the middle, the plaster dissolved into a warm, cinnamon-scented room that belonged to her grandmother. Grandma had died two years earlier. The room was just as it had been—rocking chair, knitting basket, the faint radio static of a long-silenced station. Amelia stepped through, touched the armrest, and cried with relief. When she returned to the kitchen, the drawing vanished.
By Tariq Ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
The Clockmaker’s Daughter
He promised to come back from the war. The river kept the secret of whether he did. Every dawn for three years I walked to the banks of the Liriope, where the fog hung low and the water whispered like a confidant. I carried his last letter in my coat pocket, creased and soft from being read so often the words were fading: “I’ll return with the spring floods, Mara. Wait for me.”
By Tariq Ahmad5 months ago in Fiction
Ariadne and the Minotaur: Psychopathy Runs in Families
There are many ways to die in a labyrinth, but it is a misconception that the greatest danger is the risk of disorientation followed by starvation. Caves often contain food and water—provided you're not picky about what's on the menu. Better still, artificial labyrinths do not shape-shift; they have a set pattern, and if you know their secret, you can thread the correct course easily enough. Neither are traps, pits, accidents, nor monsters the most likely cause of death. No. Be it an artfully devised maze or naturally formed cavern—what you must respect if you want to make it out alive from the underground is distance: Every step you take into the labyrinth is one you'll have to take back out again. Lose track of your steps and you just might lose track of yourself.
By Call Me Les5 months ago in Fiction
3 Idiots
Introduction Indian cinema has produced countless films that entertain audiences with music, drama, and romance. However, few movies manage to inspire, educate, and leave a long-lasting impact on society. Rajkumar Hirani’s 3 Idiots (2009) is one such masterpiece. Starring Aamir Khan, R. Madhavan, Sharman Joshi, Kareena Kapoor, and Boman Irani, the film is based on Chetan Bhagat’s novel Five Point Someone. More than a comedy-drama, 3 Idiots challenges the rigid education system, celebrates friendship, and encourages the pursuit of true passion in life.
By Muhammad Bilal5 months ago in Fiction
The Letter I Was Never Meant to Read
It was a quiet evening when I stumbled upon the letter. The house was unusually still, the kind of silence that presses on your chest and makes you feel like something is about to change. I hadn’t been looking for secrets; I was simply searching for an old notebook in the wooden chest my mother kept locked in her room. But fate has a strange way of revealing truths when we least expect them.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Fiction
Under the Crimson Sky
The crimson sky stretched endlessly above, its fiery glow spilling across the horizon like blood on sand. For most villagers, it was just another sunset, another day slowly slipping into the night. But for Ayaan, the sight of that sky was both a curse and a reminder—a curse of the past he could never completely bury, and a reminder of the fight he could no longer run away from.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Fiction
Ms. McFadden
Beverly McFadden Beverly McFadden wore a bright red bucket hat, a navy-blue and orange striped summer dress, one purple shoe and one yellow shoe. She had a white jacket with black polka dots. She rode into town on a heavily used Segway PT. It was slightly modified to reach a top speed of 35 MPH—at least that’s what she said. The fact that she was able to pass several cars on the road made most believe she had to be traveling closer to 50.
By David E. Perry5 months ago in Fiction
The Echo of the Shadow in Iași
In an Iași enveloped by late autumn, where rusty leaves danced a melancholic tango on the old cobblestones, and the air carried the sweet aroma of freshly baked cozonac, a story unfolded that defied the boundaries of reality. It wasn't a tale of noisy ghosts or spectral apparitions, but one far more subtle, more insidious, an illusion so powerful that it shaped destinies.
By alin butuc5 months ago in Fiction
