Chapter 1 & 2 - By Inaya Tabassum
Written By: Inaya Tabassum
Category: Short story
Competition: Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026
Inaya Tabassum, writing under the name Tabassum Pampori, presents her intriguing short story "Chapter 1 & 2" in the Short Story category of the Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026. This narrative, submitted from an undisclosed location, delves into themes of mystery and anticipation, capturing the reader's imagination with its immersive atmosphere. Inaya's storytelling invites readers into a world where silence speaks volumes and every sound is significant.
About the Work
Inaya's short story unfolds in a tense, atmospheric setting where her protagonist grapples with fear and uncertainty. The narrative is layered with introspective moments and vivid imagery that draw readers into a world teetering on the brink of something unknown. The interplay of light and shadow, combined with the protagonist's emotional turmoil, creates a compelling narrative that leaves the audience eager for more.
Tabassum Pampori
Original Submission by Inaya Tabassum
Chapter 1
The scream happened when I was dozing off to sleep.
It was not loud. It was not a big deal. It was the kind of scream that people make when they are scared. For a moment I thought I imagined it. My brain plays tricks on me when the house is too quiet.
This time it felt real.
I stared into the darkness above me waiting for another sound. I wanted to hear something, anything.. The night became quiet really fast and it made my skin feel weird. It was like whatever made that scream just disappeared.
My heart was beating fast. I wanted to get up and check the hallway. My legs would not move. So I pulled the blanket over my head curled up tight and closed my eyes.
I fell asleep slowly.
When morning came the shadows came with it.
They always do. Ever since the night that changed everything. My parents are still in my mind like they are stuck between staying and leaving. I do not like thinking about it. Sometimes the memories stick to me like my clothes.
I sat up. Rubbed my eyes. My room looked same old posters on the wall same messy desk, same crooked lamp.. The air felt weird like the scream from last night was still echoing.
I got dressed anyway. I always do. Moving around makes me feel like I am in control even when I am not.
I went outside. Started walking to the meadow. It is the place that does not feel trapped. The grass moves like it is saying hello. The wind does not judge me for breathing too fast.
As I walked I kept looking over my shoulder. Not because I thought someone was there but because I did not like the idea that something might be.
The meadow was quiet when I reached it too quiet. No birds, no bugs, silence.
I stepped into the grass anyway letting it touch my arms. I told myself I was fine. I told myself the scream was nothing. I told myself a lot of things.
Deep down I knew one thing for sure.
Something was starting.
I was not ready for it.
Chapter 2
If something was starting fine. I would start too.
I grabbed my bow from beside the door. The wood felt smooth under my fingers familiar. I put the quiver over my shoulder. The weight of the arrows felt like a promise.
When I stepped into the meadow I felt different.
Stronger.
The air did not feel weird here. The grass touched my legs like it knew me. Like it was on my side.
Here I was unstoppable.
I walked deeper into the meadow eyes sharp fingers ready to pull an arrow. The silence did not scare me. I was used to silence.
Then the mark on my arm started burning.
Not a little sting,. A fire.
I gasped, clutching my stomach as the heat spread. My knees felt weak. The meadow tilted like the ground was slipping away.
My bow fell from my hands.
One second I was unstoppable.
The next everything went dark.
I woke up to warmth not the sun, but fire.
Orange light moved across the walls. My head hurt as I tried to sit up. The sound of wood crackling filled the room. It sounded cozy something rare in my area.
This was not the meadow.
This was a cabin, wooden walls, low ceiling shelves filled with herbs and flowers.
"Be careful " a voice said.
I turned quickly.
A girl stood near the fire about my age, a scarf around her face calm eyes, but watchful.
"You fainted in the meadow " she said. "I brought you here."
My hand moved, "Where is my bow?"
She nodded, " there I did not touch it."
I looked my bow was against the wall just like she said.
"Who are you?" I asked.
She hesitated, then said, "Noor."
The name felt strange.
"Why did you help me?" I asked.
She shrugged, "Because you needed help."
"People do not help strangers for no reason " I said.
"Maybe I am not like people " she said.
I looked at her she was not scared of me most people are.
Before I could speak a low howl came from outside.
We both froze.
"That was not a wolf " Noor said.
"I am not deaf " I said.
Another howl came this time the firelight moved against the walls.
Noor grabbed a wooden staff near the door.
"Looks like you arrived in time for trouble " she said quietly.
A small smile came onto my face.
May be something was really going to start.
About the Competition
The Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026 by Hashtag Kalakar celebrates diverse voices and creative expression from around the world. This prestigious event invites writers and poets to showcase their talents across various categories, fostering a global community of literary enthusiasts. Participants from all corners of the globe contribute their unique perspectives, enriching the tapestry of contemporary literature.
We sincerely thank Inaya Tabassum for her captivating short story "Chapter 1 & 2," a noteworthy addition to the Global Poetry and Creative Writing Competition 2026. Her storytelling prowess promises an engaging experience for readers. We look forward to witnessing more of Inaya's creative journey and the stories she has yet to share.
About Hashtag Kalakar
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