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They Are Comming For Your Job?
hamed
Jan 12, 2024
Jack was a software developer who loved his job. He enjoyed solving problems, creating applications, and learning new technologies. He was proud of his skills and his portfolio. But lately, …
The Threads of Fate | Chapter 8: The Weight of Guilt
dehongi
Jan 25, 2025
The old man’s mind drifted to a time long buried in the recesses of his memory—a time when a decision, driven by fear and selfishness, had weighed heavily on him. …
Behind the Headlines
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
The fire had been creeping for days, but it was the wind that pushed it over the edge. It swept through Malibu, westward toward the coast, and within hours, everything …
The Great PHP Escape
hamed
Jan 08, 2025
Once upon a time in the grim, syntax-heavy land of PHP, there lived a developer named Byte. Byte had been slaving away at his keyboard, wrestling with semicolons, dollar signs, …
Shifting Frontlines
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
Captain Elena Rojas stood on the edge of the crumbling seawall, her boots coated in salt spray. The Atlantic was rising faster than their projections, swallowing what used to be …
The Quiet Connection
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
I first noticed her during my Monday shift. Margaret Cooper, 78 years old, from a small town in Ohio. She signed in daily, like clockwork, to chat with our AI …
The Night of Yalda
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
The air was thick with the warmth of spices, the crackling of the fireplace, and the soft glow of candles as the family gathered around the old Persian carpet in …
Get up and give the cup!
hafiz
Jan 23, 2024
O bartender! Get up and give the cup! And do not worry about the sadness of the days! Put the cup in my hand so that I take off My …
From the Ranks
hamed
Jan 10, 2025
Prince Alexander was the fourth son, a position that earned him little more than dismissive glances at court. While his elder brothers learned statecraft and swordplay with the finest tutors, …
The Final Blade
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
Rain tapped against the narrow cell window, a rhythmic reminder of time slipping away. Marcel Chevalier sat on the hard cot, his fingers tracing the edges of a worn photograph. …