Sudais Zakwan
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Sudais Zakwan – Storyteller of Emotions
Sudais Zakwan is a passionate story writer known for crafting emotionally rich and thought-provoking stories that resonate with readers of all ages. With a unique voice and creative flair.
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The Girl Who Spoke to Shadows
The first time the lights flickered in Areeba’s room, she thought it was a wiring problem. The house was old—older than anyone in her family—and it made sounds that could easily be blamed on age. Wood expanded. Pipes groaned. Wind pressed softly against the windows at night. There was always a reasonable explanation.
By Sudais Zakwan29 days ago in Horror
Letters I Never Sent
When Mariam returned to her childhood home at twenty-nine, she told herself it was only temporary. The truth, however, was more complicated. The house stood quietly at the end of a narrow street, unchanged in all the ways that mattered. The walls still carried memories, and every room felt like a paused moment waiting to resume. She had come back not to rest, but to confront something she had left behind.
By Sudais Zakwan29 days ago in Humans
The Last Train to Midnight
Arman had never liked train stations after dark. There was something unsettling about the way the lights flickered above empty benches and how announcements echoed through halls that held no one. Yet on that cold November evening, he found himself standing alone on Platform 7, staring at the digital board that displayed a single line: Last Train to Midnight — Delayed. He checked his watch. It was already 11:43 PM. The wind pushed cold air through the open tracks, carrying the faint metallic smell of rust and rain. He told himself he was overthinking. It was just another late train. Nothing more.
By Sudais Zakwan29 days ago in Fiction
The City Above the Clouds
No one in Arham’s village believed the stories about the City Above the Clouds. They said it floated in the sky, hidden behind thick silver mist, and that only those who truly believed in impossible things could ever see it. Children whispered about it during play, and elders laughed gently, calling it nothing more than an old legend told to make nights interesting. But Arham never laughed. He believed.
By Sudais Zakwan29 days ago in Fiction
The Bench by the Lake
Rimsha and Ayaan had been friends since the first grade. Their bond had formed over shared lunches, borrowed pencils, and whispered secrets during recess. Over the years, their friendship had grown quietly, like a tree stretching slowly but steadily toward the sky. They didn’t need grand gestures or constant attention; their connection thrived in small, consistent moments of trust and laughter.
By Sudais Zakwanabout a month ago in Humans
Threads of Identity
Mehreen had always seen style as more than just clothes. To her, it was an extension of personality, a language spoken without words. As a teenager, she often experimented with colors, textures, and fabrics, blending patterns that most people considered mismatched. Her friends called her daring, while others whispered that she looked “strange.” Mehreen didn’t mind. She knew that style was personal, a way to express the self in a world that often demanded conformity.
By Sudais Zakwanabout a month ago in Styled
The Sound Behind the Walls
Some noises are not meant to be ignored Hamza had always been a light sleeper, but the apartment he moved into seemed unusually quiet—or at least, he thought it was. On the first night, as he unpacked boxes and set up his workspace, he noticed faint scratching sounds behind one of the bedroom walls. He assumed it was a mouse or some building settling. Yet the sound persisted, subtle at first, almost rhythmic, like tiny claws tapping on plaster.
By Sudais Zakwanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Room With No Exit. Content Warning.
Aamir was a traveling journalist, always chasing abandoned buildings for his articles. When he discovered an old hospital on the outskirts of the city, he was thrilled. Stories of patients disappearing and strange accidents had circulated decades ago. Most locals avoided the place entirely, calling it cursed or haunted. Aamir, armed with his camera, flashlight, and a notebook, ignored the warnings. To him, it was a story waiting to be told, proof that the supernatural was nothing more than exaggeration and fear.
By Sudais Zakwanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Elevator That Went Nowhere
Fahad worked late nights at a corporate building downtown. Most nights, he left quietly, riding the elevator alone, appreciating the silence after the chaos of fluorescent-lit offices and endless meetings. That night, everything felt off. The building was unusually cold, and the elevator smelled faintly of damp concrete. He pressed the button for the lobby and waited.
By Sudais Zakwanabout a month ago in Horror
The Doll in the Window
When Zara’s family moved into the old Victorian house on Elm Street, she didn’t notice the doll at first. It sat in the dusty attic window, a porcelain figure with glassy eyes, a cracked smile, and a faded pink dress. Her younger brother had insisted it was creepy, but Zara thought little of it. Dolls were just dolls, after all. That was before she began noticing subtle, unnerving changes.
By Sudais Zakwanabout a month ago in Fiction
The Basement Door. Content Warning.
Saba had never believed in haunted houses. When her parents inherited the old farmhouse on the outskirts of their village, she thought of it as an adventure, a chance to escape the city and experience something different. The house was enormous, with creaking floors, peeling wallpaper, and a basement that had always been locked. Her father warned her never to go near it, claiming it was unsafe, but he never explained why. Saba’s curiosity grew with every passing day.
By Sudais Zakwanabout a month ago in Horror
The Passenger in the Backseat
Zain had always driven late at night. The silence of empty streets and the hum of the engine helped him think, helped him escape the weight of the day. He preferred these hours, when most people were asleep, when the city felt abandoned and his thoughts were uninterrupted. But one night, something changed. Something that would make him fear driving forever.
By Sudais Zakwanabout a month ago in Fiction
