The room was dark, the only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioner, and Sultan could still feel his pulse racing from the nightmare. He muttered under his breath, "Damn it…"Sultan shifted in bed, the sheets rustling as he pushed himself up to sit at the edge. His hand ran through his hair, now damp with sweat. He could still feel the weight of the dream, the shadows of the four figures lingering in his mind. Their accusations, the way they chased him, it all felt too real. It was as if they were trying to pull him back into something he desperately wanted to escape from."Forgotten... forsaken… what the hell does it even mean?" He muttered, rubbing his face with his palms. The clock on the nightstand showed 6:15 AM. He hadn’t planned on waking up this early, but after that dream, there was no chance of going back to sleep. He got up, his feet making soft thuds on the carpet as he moved to the window. Pulling the curtains apart, he was met with the dull light of dawn. The
"Phew!" exclaimed Sultan, wiping the sweat from his brow as he took off his apron and folded it neatly. “And I'm done for the day.”He turned to his coworker, Jerry, who was standing behind the counter, and tossed him the towel, calling out with a cheerful voice, "Yo! Catch!" Jerry glared at Sultan, his expression blank, then returned to mixing the cocktail. He didn't even try to catch the towel, which landed on the floor behind the counter with a dull thud. Sultan shrugged with a smile, not wanting to make a fuss. It was no secret that Jerry wasn't the friendliest person, and he had never bothered to explain why. But when Sultan once asked him why he was always so cold to him especially, Jerry's reply was blunt and brutal: "You're dumb and act like a fool." The words had stung, and Sultan had never forgotten them.Despite Jerry's attitude, Sultan always did his best to make their working relationship as smooth as possible. He was determined to be the bigger person.That day, Sulta
Sultan took a deep breath and opened the door, bracing himself for whatever was on the other side. When he stepped into the room, he was met with a sight that he didn't want to comprehend. His mind struggled to make sense of the scene before him.The sight before him was shocking. There was his girlfriend, kissing another man, with people he recognized as her parents and family members gathered around them as witnesses. Sultan couldn't believe his eyes. He had no idea that there was some sort of gathering happening in his girlfriend's room, let alone that she would be engaging in such an intimate act with another man.No one seemed to notice Sultan standing in the doorway, frozen in shock or perhaps, chose to ignore him. That is, until his girlfriend's little sister called out to him. "Uncle Sultan!" she exclaimed, running towards him. Sultan's gaze remained fixed on his girlfriend, who was still locked in an embrace with the other man. Some of the family members gave him sympathe
Sultan stared blankly at the card, trying to comprehend what had just happened. The purple ring he had been holding had somehow become a purple tarot card. But how was that possible? He couldn't wrap his head around it. He knelt there, frozen in place, for what felt like hours. Even the tears that had been welling up in his eyes dried up.Sultan's mind flashed back to the day he'd bought the ring. It had been a usual, sunny day, and he'd been feeling hopeful and optimistic. He'd withdrawn his life savings from the bank, determined to buy a ring that would show Tiana how much he loved her.As Sultan had been walking home from the bank, he'd passed by a jewelry store and decided to go in and as he approached the store, he noticed a beggar sitting outside. Sultan had bought a loaf of bread from a nearby bakery, and he decided to give it to the beggar.As he approached the man, he noticed something strange. The beggar's eyes were filled with a strange, purple light, just like the tarot
When Sultan flipped the card over, he saw an image on the front of it. It was an image of a hooded figure, cloaked in shadows. A single purple eye could be seen, staring out from the hood. A purple mist seemed to emanate from the figure, spreading out into the darkness around it. And beneath the image were two words, written in a strange, otherworldly script: "The FOOL.”The longer Sultan looked at it, the more the figure in the card seemed to shift and change, as if they were alive. Suddenly, he heard a voice in his head, a low, deep voice that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once."What do you wish for?" it asked."Huh? Who's there?," Sulton demanded out of a bit of dread. Everything around him lately these days has been so… unreal and it's messing with his sanity. Perhaps, this was all his imagination.But as he spoke, the symbols on the card began to glow even brighter, pulsing with light. The voice in his head spoke again, this time with a sense of amusement."You
Sultan felt confused at that moment. He didn't understand why the general had called him a fool. He opened his mouth to speak, desperate to clear up any misunderstanding. “Please, sir, you have to listen to me. I am not a fool. If you'd just give me a chance to explain…” His voice trailed off as the general held up a hand to silence him.Resilient, Sultan opened his mouth to continue speaking, but the general cut him off. “Don't move. Don't speak. Just freeze!” he said sternly. The tone of the general's voice made it clear that he was not to be disobeyed. Despite his fear, however, Sultan wanted or better still, felt like he needed to explain what was happening from his own perspective."Look, I am not from this world, okay? I just, I just… "Sultan tried to explain himself, but the words caught in his throat. 'I... I...' he stammered, trying to get his thoughts in order. But before he could finish his sentence, the general and everything around him disappeared. Like a mirage, every
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. The sound of his alarm clock filled his ears, a shrill, piercing noise that made his head throb. As his eyes fluttered open, his face twisted into a frown upon being awakened by the alarm clock.Sultan tried to turn off the alarm, but it was just out of reach. Finally, with a sigh of resignation, he got up from the bed, still feeling dazed from the slumber. His feet hit the cold, hardwood floor with a thud. He shivered and started to make his way to the alarm.Chirp-chirp!Sultan heard the familiar sound of a new notification on his phone. He grumbled to himself, “Ugh. It's too early for this.”He forced his eyes open and squinted at the bright screen, finally finding his phone and unlocking it.Sultan squinted at the screen as he read the message from Jerry. It said, 'Hey, the boss wants us to work as waiters at the guest party at the Colonial Mansion tonight. Time is promptly 8pm.’Sultan rubbed his eyes, dispelling the last vestiges
Sultan rushed to the main road and waved down a cab, knowing that the free bus service that was typically provided by one of the city's wealthiest families had ended at 8:00 a.m. He would have to find another way to get to work.The free bus service was a lifesaver for commuters who needed to get to work quickly, but Sultan had missed his chance to use it today. He would have to pay for the cab ride, which he didn't want to do but right now he has no choice.The cab driver pulled over to the curb and asked Sultan, “Do you know Light's Fill-up Restaurant? Just at the Bolivar street.”“Opposite the Greg's pizza shop right?” the cab man asked politely and Sultan nodded in agreement. “Yes, that's the place,”he said. The cab driver responded, “I know where that is.”Sultan was about to ask the cab driver about the cost of the fare, but before he could even get the words out, he realized that he had no dime. Empty! - he had no money. Sultan quicky apologized and said, “I'm so sorry to ha