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The Frog Revolution
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
Jamal had sketched it on a whim, late at night in his tiny apartment, where the flicker of a fluorescent bulb hummed above his head. The frog was squat, with …
The Unfiltered Reporter
hamed
Jan 23, 2025
The newsroom was abuzz when INK-7 joined the team. It wasn’t just an AI—it was the AI. Trained on decades of investigative journalism, it could sift through terabytes of data, …
The Final Truce
hamed
Jan 26, 2025
The ceasefire had been declared at dawn, the air still heavy with the residue of smoke and grief. In the narrow streets of Gaza, Yasmin clutched her son Ibrahim’s hand, …
The Curse of Love and Immortality - Chapter 2: Lila of the Forgotten Grove
dehongi
Jan 16, 2025
The fire burned low in the great hall, its golden glow casting soft light over the princess and her father. Tonight, the king seemed more somber than usual, as though …
The Poet and the Dervish
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Nina sat at the edge of the park, her notebook open but empty. The fountain before her splashed lazily, the early morning mist curling around the stone like a whisper. …
The Threads of Fate | Chapter 5: The Road to Atonement
dehongi
Jan 25, 2025
The old man sat alone in the dim light of his room, his hands trembling slightly as he stared out the window. The wind outside howled softly, its mournful sound …
The Gathering
hamed
Jan 15, 2025
The sun dipped low behind the mountains, casting a golden glow over the valley where the red earth met the tall trees. Mara sat on the edge of the fire …
The Therapist's Mirror
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
Dr. Lila Hart sat quietly in her office, staring at the reflection in the mirror hanging across from her desk. It had been years since she'd hung it there, a …
The Last Heir
hamed
Jan 10, 2025
Sarah Blackwood traced her fingers over the family portraits lining the mahogany-paneled hallway. First went little Tommy, found frozen in the greenhouse despite the summer heat. Then Mother, discovered at …
The Last Pari
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
The narrow alley off Tehran’s bustling Valiasr Street smelled of roasting chestnuts and damp stone. Beneath a flickering neon sign, an elderly woman sat cross-legged by her modest cart. She …