Aarsh Malik
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Poet and storyteller who believes in the quiet power of words. Sharing self-help insights, fiction, and poetry on Vocal.
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The Calder House
Everyone in town knew you didn't look at the windows of the Calder house after dark. Not because of anything that had happened. Nobody could point to an event, a date, a name. It was older than that — the kind of knowing that lives in the body before it reaches the brain. Mothers corrected their children without knowing why. Teenagers dared each other and then, at the last moment, looked away. Even dogs crossed the street a full thirty yards before reaching the property line.
By Aarsh Malik2 days ago in Horror
Humanity's Return: The Journey of Artemis II
On the evening of April 1st, 2026, the sky above Florida cracked open with fire and thunder. NASA's Space Launch System rocket lifted off from Launch Pad 39B at Kennedy Space Center, carrying four human beings aboard the Orion spacecraft—named *Integrity*—on a planned journey around the Moon and back.
By Aarsh Malik5 days ago in Futurism
Trust, Undone
I trusted her with everything—passwords, plans, parts of myself I hid from everyone else. She learned it all, then used it when leaving paid better than loving. I didn’t chase. I sat, realizing betrayal doesn’t start with them—it starts the moment you hand someone knife.
By Aarsh Malik8 days ago in Fiction
I Lost My Laptop Last Week
It’s strange how everything can fall apart without a sound. No explosion. No warning. Just a screen that refuses to turn on—and suddenly, the work you’ve built, the ideas you’ve saved, and the progress you were proud of… all feel out of reach.
By Aarsh Malik12 days ago in Poets
Inside the Mind of a Psychopath.
Most monsters don’t look like monsters. They don’t lurk in dark forests or hide behind masks. Sometimes they sit in classrooms, shake hands politely, and smile like everyone else. Sometimes they are the last person anyone would suspect.
By Aarsh Malik24 days ago in Criminal
Everyone Is Climbing, No One Is Arriving
The escalator moves whether you step on it or not. At the mall it hums softly beneath rows of fluorescent lights. People stand in quiet lines, carried upward in neat intervals. Some scroll through their phones. Some stare at the metal grooves beneath their shoes. Nobody questions where the escalator leads. Everyone assumes there is a floor waiting.
By Aarsh Malik26 days ago in Humans
