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The General Store Commune
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
When the rent hikes hit, the heart of Maple Hollow began to falter. The antique shop closed first, followed by the bakery, and then the corner bookstore. Only Callie Moran’s …
The First Hundred Days
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
When President Everson swore in, they called it The Great Reset. Lila felt the change before the news anchors could finish their glowing reports. Her bus pass, once free under …
White Silence
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
The wind howled like a wolf circling its prey, rattling the windows of the small farmhouse. Snow piled higher by the hour, burying the fences and erasing the world beyond …
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 Last Message
hamed
Jan 26, 2024
He had one message left. He had used up all his credits, and he couldn't buy more. He had to make it count. He had a car accident in the …
The Pardoner's Last Laugh
hamed
Jan 22, 2025
In the parallel world of Pardonia, President Brydon sat at his ornate golden desk, pen poised over a stack of parchment marked Preemptive Pardons. Outside the White Oval Bubble, news …
The Last Message
hamed
Jan 30, 2025
Liam’s phone buzzed at 2:13 a.m. It was from Noah. "I'm still here. Find me before they do." Liam sat up, heart pounding. Noah had been missing for two weeks. …
The No-Talks Talk
hamed
Jan 24, 2025
Vladimir Putin sat in his office, staring at the gleaming button on his desk labeled "Trump." It was like a red panic button but with the potential for world-changing diplomacy. …
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 Curse of Love and Immortality - Chapter 9: The Sorrows of Mahin
dehongi
Jan 16, 2025
The princess’s gaze was steady as the king began the tale, her mind already grasping the thread of sorrow woven into the words that followed. The flickering candlelight cast shadows …