Stories with curiosity and discovery, without loud action.
The tunnel after the bridge sloped upward for a while, then dipped down again, twisting like the inside of a sleeping snake. Kayal walked slowly, one hand brushing the wall. Stone. Cold. Damp. Her footsteps echoed softly. Tok… tok… tok… But underneath that sound, something else grew louder. A long, steady hush. Like wind. Like…
The stairs seemed endless. Down.Down.Down. Kayal ran her fingers along the cold stone wall as she descended. The air smelled damp, like old rain trapped underground. Every step echoed louder than it should have. Tok…Tok…Tok… The sound followed her like a second pair of footsteps. She tried not to think about that. At last, the…
Story 8: The Wishing Jar (A Story from Ancient Greece) In a sun-kissed village nestled between sparkling blue seas and tall, rocky hills, lived a curious girl named Lyra. Lyra loved to explore. She would spend hours finding shiny pebbles on the beach or discovering tiny wildflowers in the meadows. One day, while playing near…
Story 6: What Followed Only One of Them Aryn landed hard. Not on stone. On earth. Cold soil pressed against his cheek, damp and alive, smelling of rain and roots. He groaned and pushed himself up, blinking against a pale grey light filtering through twisted branches overhead. Trees. He was in a forest. Alone. “Mira?”…
Case File #01: The Phantom of the Louvre Chapter 1: The Breadcrumb Protocol The morning air in Paris smelled of toasted flour and diesel. Leo leaned against a stone wall near the Louvre Museum, not looking at his phone, but staring at a small patch of damp pavement. While other tourists were busy taking selfies…
Story 2 – Grandpa’s Old Clock On Sunday afternoons, the house always felt slower. No alarms.No rushing.No school bags. Just the quiet ticking of the old wall clock. Tick… tock… tick… tock… It hung above the bookshelf in the living room. Big, round, wooden, with a glass front and a long swinging pendulum. Emma thought…
The forest did not feel like a normal forest. Kayal knew forests. She had climbed tamarind trees, chased goats through thorn bushes, hidden inside mango groves during summer games. Forests usually felt alive in a friendly way. Birds arguing.Leaves clapping.Squirrels jumping like tiny comedians. But this one… This one listened. The moment she stepped past…
The Book That Wasn’t Empty Before the sun rose, Kayal was already awake. The village still slept. Roofs were wrapped in blue shadow. The air smelled of wet soil and night jasmine. Somewhere far away, a cowbell clinked softly, like a dream that hadn’t ended yet. Kayal liked this hour. The quiet hour. The world…
Story 10: Walking Without a Map The first thing they noticed was how often they reached for it. Kayal’s hand moved to her pocket twice before she stopped herself. The space where the map used to be felt wrong—too light, too empty. Zoya noticed. “You keep checking.” Kayal nodded. “I keep expecting it to be…
Story 9: The Place That Didn’t Let You Leave Easily They almost missed it. Not because it was hidden—but because everyone was avoiding it too carefully. The city flowed around a narrow street between two buildings, like water parting around a crack. People slowed near it. Looked away. Took longer routes. No signs warned them….
