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The Last Terminal
The basement smelled of mildew and secrecy. Dim candlelight flickered against the concrete walls as the group huddled around a single relic: a dusty, decades-old laptop, its casing cracked but …
Don't Look Nor Touch
یا رب تو جمال آن مه مهر انگیز آراسته ای به سنبل و عنبر نیز پس حکم چنان کنی که در وی منگر پس حکم چنان بود که کجدار و …
Remould
گر بر فلکم دست بدی چون یزدان بر داشتمی من این فلک را ز میان از نو فلکی دگر چنان ساختمی کازاده به کام دل رسیدی آسان If, like God, …
Human Art
The human artist, Hana, watched with cautious curiosity as Unit 73 meticulously analyzed her latest painting. Its metallic fingers, usually so precise, hesitated over the brushstrokes, as if trying to …
(still not there.)
مسئلهای که زیاد ذهنم را مشغول میکرد این بود که چرا هیچکس اهمیت نمیدهد. برای هیچکس مهم نبود ما مانند زندانیها در این مکان زندگی میکنیم؟ از دنیای بیرون، تنها …
The Unexpected Guest
The Guest House This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor. Welcome …
He never found out
He had always wanted to be a writer, but life had other plans for him. He worked as an accountant at a large corporation, crunching numbers and filing reports. He …
What is in my best interest and what am I looking for?
صلاحِ کار کجا و منِ خراب کجا ببین تفاوتِ ره کز کجاست تا به کجا دلم ز صومعه بگرفت و خِرقِهٔ سالوس کجاست دیرِ مُغان و شرابِ ناب کجا چه …
The Threads of Fate | Chapter 1: The First Choice
The old man sat quietly in his chair, the soft creaking of wood beneath him the only sound that filled the room. His gnarled hands rested on the armrests, fingers …
Financial Independance Equals Being Wealthy?
Sarah and David were two friends who grew up in the same neighborhood. Sarah was always ambitious and hardworking, and she eventually became a successful lawyer. David, on the other …