Satire
The Garden of Mirrors: A Tale of Two Thrones
Part I: The Echoes of the Orchard In an ancient land where rivers whispered secrets and mountains bore silent witness to time, there existed two mighty kingdoms, separated by a sea of sand and centuries of silence. One was Zahran, a land veiled in mist, where the people believed that dreams were fragments of lost truths. The other was Elburz, whose people trusted only what the eye could see and the hand could hold.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Fiction
Shadows of Humanity
In the year 2075, the city of Nova Espera sprawled beneath a sky choked with ash, its neon lights flickering like the last breaths of a dying star. The world had fractured after the Great Collapse—decades of climate crises, wars, and unchecked AI had left humanity teetering. Amid the ruins, a new society emerged, divided between the gleaming towers of the Elite and the shadowed slums of the Forgotten. This is the story of Kael, a scavenger with a haunted past, and Aria, an android seeking her soul, whose unlikely bond would cast light on the shadows of humanity.
By Shohel Rana8 months ago in Fiction
The Silent Bell of Khorasan
Once, in the dusty and sun-scorned province of Khorasan, when the crescent moon hung like a blade in the heavens and kings were named after lions but ruled like foxes, there lived a monarch known as King Zulfiqar the Just—a title given not by the people, but carved in golden plates by his own court poets.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Fiction
The Cursed Goblet of Ghumra
Once, in the sun-baked kingdom of Ghumra, ruled a king whose name was Gharsheed—adorned in jewels, feared by thousands, praised by poets who were whipped if they dared otherwise. The throne was carved of tusks, the court was of gold, and the prisons—of bone. Justice, in his realm, was a servant that limped. Mercy was blind, and wisdom wore shackles.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Fiction
The Perfume of the Slave
Once, in the time when kings ruled with iron fists but claimed to wear velvet gloves, there was a land called Khumyar, veiled in gold but rotting beneath. Its courtyards echoed with poetry while its prisons bled with silence. The king, Jalib the Proud, had a beard as thick as his cruelty and eyes that glistened with suspicion. His court was filled not with wise men but with flatterers dressed as philosophers. The pen was praised, but the sword decided justice.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Fiction
The Last Garden Beneath Glass
In the Year 2149, under the sterile gleam of steel skies and synthetic suns, the world was no longer earth—it was Earthware™, trademarked, monetized, and managed by the United Nations of Automation. The rivers were silicone, the trees were polycarbonate, and the clouds floated not on water vapor but on encrypted data packets.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Fiction
The Probably Probable Probabilities of Person A, Person B, Person C, and Person D
We are taught to not make assumptions, yet we live in a world where despite our knowledge of this idea, we still choose to judge those that we cannot understand. What we cannot understand we laugh at, ridicule, tease, make an entire calamity of it.
By Slgtlyscatt3red8 months ago in Fiction
