Abdul Qayyum
Bio
I am retired professor of English Language. I am fond of writing articles and short stories . I also wrote books on amazon kdp. My first Language is Urdu and I tried my best to teach my students english language ,
Stories (105/0)
Winepress House
**Winepress House| Winepress Christian Church** Settled within the heart of a bustling city, in the midst of a mosaic of towering high rises and notable buildings, stood Winepress Christian Church. Its white steeple comes towards the sky, a guide of trust and haven in the midst of the urban sprawl. For numerous, it was more than fair a put of revere; it was a domestic.
By Abdul Qayyum15 days ago in Families
**The Timekeeper's Regret**
**The Timekeeper's Regret** Within the year 2145, time travel was now not a fantastical dream but a firmly controlled reality. The Chrono-Authority represented each angle of worldly development, guaranteeing the timeline remained unaltered. In spite of the strict controls, there were continuously those who longed to thrust the boundaries. One such person was Leo Passionate, a brilliant but defiant innovator known for his hate for rules and his voracious interest.
By Abdul Qayyum17 days ago in Futurism
The Memorial service
The Memorial service Mr. Thomson prided himself on the calm respect of his calling. As the burial service executive within the little town of Maplewood, he had supervised the ultimate ceremonies of endless townspeople, each with the same fastidious care and grave regard. Nowadays, be that as it may, it feels distinctive. Nowadays, the town was saying farewell to Mrs. Elizabeth Benson, a lady adored by numerous.
By Abdul Qayyum18 days ago in Fiction
My Uncle Attempted His Best To Assault Me.
My Uncle Attempted His Best To Assault Me. Amid the winter holidays,I went to my close relative Uncle at Pindi from Gujranwala. My father was clearing out me and was coming back since he had to go to his office and my mother had to do housework.
By Abdul Qayyum18 days ago in Fiction
"My teacher kissed me"
"My teacher kissed me" After making tea, He sat before me with a container of tea. My heart was beating and all my consideration was on his dhoti, through which I seemed to clearly feel her cock. Sir When your family is returning back. When Sir Hamza talked to me, I was befuddled as to what I ought to reply to him presently. When I came to your house for the first time, I thought I would meet your mother. I never met her. That's why I changed the subject. I didn't have any questions about what I was progressing to do at her house and what I was getting into. But I do not have sufficient strength to tell him my heart and how to keep my angle absent from Sir Hamza. My sentiments must have been caught on, but it was my figment. Instructor Hamza was getting to be bashful and what was in his heart, I was not mindful of it all. And presently I was pondering on the off chance that it was Sir Hamza since I never thought that Sir Hamza would do something like this to me. It was happening, I thought in my heart that Sir, I do not know what must be considered around me, what kind of pixie girl is this? Sir Hamza grasped me with both arms"Sir Hamza, what are you doing? I am embarrassed," said Sir Hamza
By Abdul Qayyum19 days ago in Fiction
Giant Mirror
Giant Mirror Elara glowered at her reflection. Crow's feet were carving themselves more profound around her eyes, reflecting the fatigued lines carved on her soul. The world exterior of her window, once dynamic and full of guarantee, presently appeared as blurred and worn as the paint peeling from the window outline.
By Abdul Qayyum21 days ago in Fiction
### Cherish within the Digital Age
### Cherish within the Digital Age Within the heart of a near-future city, where neon lights glinted against glass towers and rambles murmured through the air, Alex sat in his smooth flat, showered within the cool shine of numerous screens. As a program designer, Alex had continuously been at the cutting edge of innovative progressions. However, for all his accomplishments, he found himself frustrated with the advanced dating scene, where veritable associations appeared as out of date as vinyl records.
By Abdul Qayyum22 days ago in Fiction
### A Great Man Is Difficult to Discover
### A Great Man Is Difficult to Discover Margaret inclined back in her chair, the murmur of the evening city life sifting through her flat window. She looked at the photo on her deskβan ancient, sepia-toned picture of her guardians standing gladly before their to begin with the car. Their grins emanated an ageless bliss, a kind of joy Margaret had come to accept was progressively uncommon in today's world. She murmured and picked up her phone, looking over through another dating app, where profiles obscured together in a vague cloudiness of constrained grins and curated interface. She had swiped cleared out so numerous times that it felt nearly programmed, a reflex more than a choice.
By Abdul Qayyum23 days ago in Fiction
# The Hunter's Return
# The Hunter's Return The seeker ventured off the plane into a thick cover of Montana snow. Twenty a long time had passed since he finally saw his spouse, the magician's right hand who had changed into something more, something otherworldly. His feet crunched through the snow, each step taking him closer to the recollections he had attempted to take off behind.
By Abdul Qayyum24 days ago in Fiction
The Party
The Party The sun shone brightly over the sprawling Sheridan bequest, casting a warm shine on the manicured gardens and dynamic blossom beds. Bunting rippled tenderly within the breeze, and a sense of fervor filled the discussion as the ultimate arrangements for the plant party were underway. Laura Sheridan stood on the veranda, observing the laborers set up the marquee. She felt a mixture of expectation and apprehension; this was the primary time she had depended on supervising such an imperative occasion.
By Abdul Qayyum25 days ago in Fiction
The Executioners
The Executioners Scratch Adams walked back to Henry's Lunch-Room, his intellect twirling with the picture of Ole Andreson, surrendered and unaffected. The shadows of the early evening stretched, casting a somber tint over the little town of Summit, Illinois. The weight of his discussion with Andreson waited intensely, each step back to the lunchroom reverberating a sense of looming fate.
By Abdul Qayyum26 days ago in Fiction