Md. Sayhanul Arif
Bio
Md Sayhanul Arif, a scholar with more than 10 years of involvement, changes complex thoughts into drawing in satisfaction.
Stories (12/0)
The Fisherman and the Night Sky
Some time ago, in a little seaside town, there carried on with an unassuming angler named Elias. He was known for his consideration and difficult work, consistently up before day break to project his nets into the ocean. Elias had a profound love for the sea and the night sky, frequently spending his nights looking at the stars while paying attention to the waves' delicate cadence.
By Md. Sayhanul Arif5 days ago in Fiction
The Whispering Attic
The situation had been unfolding the entire day, and as the sun plunged beneath the skyline, the first drops of rain began to patter against the windows. Sarah huddled deeper into the easy chair, her book forgotten in her lap. The old house creaked and groaned around her, its wood challenging the wind's rising wrath.
By Md. Sayhanul Arifabout a month ago in Horror
The Echoes of Avarice
The Echoes of Avarice In the heart of Rangpur, where the shadows dance with secrets and whispers linger like ghosts, there lived a boy named Alvi. His existence was a frail thread woven amidst the frayed edges of the city, where the tempest mists of his eyes mirrored the turmoil within his soul.
By Md. Sayhanul Arifabout a month ago in Fiction
The Fading
Amelia clutched the chipped teacup tighter, finding a pitiful solace in its glow against the encroaching cool that seemed to seep from the very walls. The old Victorian house, nestled amidst murmuring pines on the desolate coast, had always exuded a reserved quality, but lately, it felt undeniably hostile.
By Md. Sayhanul Arifabout a month ago in Fiction
The Silent Beckon
The setting sun dipped below the horizon, igniting the sky with fiery hues of orange and red, casting a spectacular scene mirrored on the tranquil sea. On the deck of a small boat named "Murmur," laughter danced with the salty breeze. Liam, a handsome young man with sun-kissed skin, steered the boat while Sarah, his spirited companion, lounged on the deck, her light hair a radiant contrast against the vivid sunset.
By Md. Sayhanul Arif2 months ago in Fiction
The Whisper Within: A Thirteen-Year-Old's Descent into Darkness
Maya had always known her grandmother, Elara, to be a bit eccentric, but the urgency in her voice during their last phone call was different—frightening even. Grandmother Elara spoke of a spreading darkness and urgently needed Maya’s help. At just thirteen, on the brink of summer vacation, Maya should have been far from concerns like these, yet here she was, miles from civilization, her phone dead in her pocket, following the cryptic instructions left by her grandmother to reach the old family home.
By Md. Sayhanul Arif2 months ago in Fiction
Whispers of the Whistler: A Cautionary Tale from Hallow’s Forest
Once in the small, sleepy town of Willow’s End, there stood a quaint little house at the very edge of Hallow’s Forest. It was in this house that 8-year-old Eliza lived with her grandmother, a kind but strict woman known in the town for her herbal remedies and the haunting tales she would tell about the woods that crept eerily close to their home.
By Md. Sayhanul Arif2 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Dared to Hope
Toby shifted uneasily in his cramped bunk aboard the spaceship, the vessel's continuous humming forming a somber backdrop to his thoughts. Gone were the familiar sounds of trilling sparrows and the warm sunlight of Earth, replaced by the glow of screens and the sterile circulation of recycled air.
By Md. Sayhanul Arif2 months ago in Fiction
The Littlest Kicker
Miguel devoted countless hours to football, tirelessly kicking a worn leather ball against the cracked pavement outside his modest apartment. He dreamed of playing on a real pitch with cheering fans, yet his reality was a dusty field and mismatched cleats.
By Md. Sayhanul Arif2 months ago in Fiction
The Boy Who Lit the Future: A Tale of Time and Friendship
Ten-year-old Arthur lived amid the golden glow of gaslight lamps in London, 1903, where the hum of progress buzzed through the air. Perched on a shaky rooftop, however, that progress seemed distant to him. Hunger gnawed at his stomach as the indifferent city sprawled below.
By Md. Sayhanul Arif2 months ago in Fiction
The Lantern Keeper
In a little town got comfortable the middle of moving slants and sumptuous forests, there continued with an older individual named Elias. Elias was known as the light director. Every evening, as the sun plunged under the horizon, he would walk around the cobblestone streets, lighting the lights that upgraded the town, conveying warmth and light to the lack of definition that incorporated the lazy town.
By Md. Sayhanul Arif2 months ago in Fiction