Category: Your Stroy

The tree was ancient, older than the oldest tale the dwellers could remember. Its roots ran deep like veins in the earth and branches touched the clouds. To any passerby, it looked like a gift of heaven – rich with fruits, shade, flowers, and honey. There, in the heart of...

The evening sky looked bruised with clouds when three friends stumbled upon the old railway tunnel at the edge of town. No trains had run through it for decades, but everyone knew the stories—ghosts, shadows, vanishing voices. That was exactly why the three of them were there. The first was...

It was a quiet evening in the small town of Polashpur. The sky glowed with orange and purple as the sun set. A boy named Samir was walking back from the library, his bag heavy with books. He loved reading more than anything else, especially about adventures and mysteries. On...

Chapter:1 The scorching rays of the hot summer sun was always the first thing Nazia wanted to avoid. She never saw eye to eye with the Bangladeshi summer anyway, winter was more of her thing. At the end of the day, she was a woman after all. No matter what,...

On summer afternoons, the small village of Chandipur shimmered under the golden sun. Among its dusty lanes and green fields stood Uncle Amjad’s orchard, a place whispered about by children as though it were enchanted. His trees bent under the weight of plump, golden mangoes that glowed like treasure. To...

Once upon a time, deep within a forest, power belonged to the hyenas. For many long years, their rule was marked by fear and cruelty. Bloodshed was their language, and terror their instrument of control. They hunted at will, silenced voices at whim, and with support from powerful friends in...

Episode 2 The email stayed on Rayyan’s screen for hours. No attachments. No name. Just seven haunting words: “Subject 17: Phase Two begins soon.” He stared at it until the glow of the monitor became unbearable. His parents thought he was traumatized, still dreaming of islands and machines. But Rayyan...

It started with a pact, a secret pact inked in the back of Riyan’s physics notebook on a boring Monday afternoon at school. “We cycle to Bandarban. No buses. No shortcuts. Just the hills, our legs, and whatever lies ahead,” declared Riyan, the daredevil of the group, eyes twinkling behind...

The fog rolled in over the hills of Windmere like a silent army, swallowing the last rays of sun and draping the town in a ghostly blanket. Thirteen-year-old Zara Khan had lived in Windmere her whole life, but this fog felt different—thicker, darker, as if it had purpose. She zipped...

In a narrow, tin-roofed house nestled in the quiet village of Talkhur in Joypurhat, the echo of a soft voice still lingers in the wind. It belonged to Rita Akhtar—a daughter, a dreamer, a beacon of hope. At just 17, she had already begun weaving dreams bigger than the horizon,...

This is the first part of a five parts novel Part 1: The Broken Bench Twelve-year-old Rabbi Rahman was the fastest runner in his school. He could scale the jungle gym in record time, beat everyone in dodgeball, and race his bicycle through the narrow lanes of his village like...

No one believed him. Not his neighbors. Not the people at the masjid. Not even his own son. But Mihir did. “Dadu is going to the moon!” Mihir announced proudly to his classmates, his grin stretching from ear to ear. They laughed. “Your grandfather? The old man who walks with...

Everyone in the quiet village of Qamarabad believed that the sky told stories—silent, radiant tales written in stars, clouds, and wind. The villagers, especially the children, would lie on rooftops after Maghrib prayer, trying to read those celestial whispers. But one night, the sky told a story none of them...

The first time I got lucky, I found a missing diamond ring inside a vending machine. The second time, I avoided getting hit by a runaway horse cart in the old part of town. The third time, I was accused of theft—and that was the luckiest of all. But I’ll...

Detective Ray Carter never believed in ghosts. Not in spirits, curses, or any of the superstitions his grandmother used to warn him about. But as he stood inside the darkened halls of Donovan’s Antique Emporium, staring at the shattered glass case that once held the infamous Black Opal, he couldn’t...

It was a misty winter morning in the small village of Noorabad. The sun had barely risen, and a thick blanket of fog hung low over the rooftops. Trees stood like silent guardians, their branches bare, patiently waiting for spring to dress them in leaves once again. Shayan, a thoughtful...

The sky above the town of Rangpur was painted in soft shades of orange and purple, hinting at the approach of twilight. But for twelve-year-old Shipon Rahman, the day was only just beginning. Shipon wasn’t like most kids in his neighborhood. While his friends played cricket in the open fields...

Majed suddenly opened his eyes with a jolt. He was in the quiet office room, and the lizard on the plastered wall hid behind the clock. Did someone lower the AC? A thin trail of sweat was trickling down near his ear. In front of him, several desks were empty;...

Elderton, where meadows stretched wide and the sun painted golden hues over every rooftop, a mysterious forest lay at the border. Locals whispered stories about the ancient trees that hummed gentle secrets; they called it the Whispering Woods. It was said that the forest held mysteries beyond imagination—voices of the...