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✨ "The Princess Who Walked on Gold and Found the Fruit of Patience" ✨. AI-Generated.
What if every step you took turned into gold, and every laugh you gave bloomed into flowers—yet envy, betrayal, and hardship still tested your destiny? This is the tale of a hidden princess whose greatest gift was not her miracles, but her patience.
By Ihtisham Ulhaq6 months ago in Fiction
The Hidden Beauty of Sarozai Hangu. AI-Generated.
The Hidden Beauty of Sarozai Hangu: A Gem in Khyber Pakhtunkhwa Introduction: A Land of Natural Charm Nestled in the district of Hangu, Khyber Pakhtunkhwa, Sarozai is a place that many may not have heard of, yet those who have visited can never forget its charm. This small but culturally rich city is surrounded by rolling hills, fertile lands, and the warmth of its people. Far from the noise of metropolitan centers, Sarozai offers a unique blend of natural beauty, tradition, and simplicity that captures the heart of every traveler.
By MoneyOrbit6 months ago in Fiction
The Golden Diary
The attic had always been a forbidden place in the house. Dusty, dim, and filled with relics that no one cared about anymore, it seemed like a graveyard of forgotten objects. Yet, one late afternoon, curiosity pulled Zara toward it. The wooden stairs creaked beneath her feet, as though warning her to turn back. But she didn’t. Something in her heart told her that there was a story hidden there, waiting for her.
By Vocal Member 6 months ago in Fiction
Curious Camera
Elias had always been drawn to forgotten things—cracked lenses, rusted tripods, faded photographs curling at the edges. As a budding photographer, he often rummaged through thrift shops searching for relics that whispered of stories untold. One rainy afternoon, he found it: an old box camera, tucked on a shelf like a secret waiting to be discovered.
By LUNA EDITH6 months ago in Fiction
The Town Where No One Remembers Yesterday
The Town Where No One Remembers Yesterday When time resets, trust no one. The first thing that struck Ethan Cross when he arrived in Bellwick was the silence. Not the peaceful kind, but a hollow quiet that seemed to swallow every sound. The quaint town, with its cobblestone streets and perfectly trimmed hedges, looked like a picture frozen in time. Yet something was off. The people smiled too easily, their eyes too vacant, as if the spark of recognition had been snuffed out long ago.
By Farooq Hashmi6 months ago in Fiction
Memory
All he had in his life was memory. The house sagged beneath the weight of years, timber groaning under rain and neglect. He moved through its narrow halls like a ghost, brushing dust from the shelves, touching remnants of lives once lived. Each object held her imprint, every shadow whispered her name.
By Vincent Otiri6 months ago in Fiction
Duty
All he had in his life was duty. The armor leaned against the wall, dented and scratched by decades of war. Each mark was a story, a memory of battles fought under scorching suns and storm-filled skies. His hands trembled as he polished the breastplate, tracing the gouges like a map of every life he had taken, every friend he had lost.
By Vincent Otiri6 months ago in Fiction
Silence
All he had in his life was silence. The hollow bell in the temple no longer sang; its bronze throat was cracked from years of neglect. Dust lay thick upon the altar, motes dancing lazily in the dying candlelight, like ghosts of prayers long forgotten. The incense he lit fought the air, sweet and sharp, but it could not mask the stench of absence.
By Vincent Otiri6 months ago in Fiction
