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The Hidden Voter
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Jan 18, 2025
Elena stared at the screen, the edges of her vision blurred from hours of reviewing flagged posts. Election season was a minefield. The guidelines were clear—remove misinformation, allow healthy debate—but …
The Last Search
hamed
Jan 24, 2025
It was a quiet Tuesday morning, the kind of day where nothing much happened, but the world was always on the brink of something. The sky was clear, the birds …
Kay Khosrow's Mirror
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Jan 19, 2025
The antique shop sat on a forgotten corner of Tehran, sandwiched between a shuttered bakery and a mechanic’s garage. Its owner, Arman, liked it that way. He preferred customers who …
Writing Love
hamed
Jan 10, 2025
Thomas Blake stared at the blinking cursor on his screen, watching it mock him with each flash. Sixteen bestselling romance novels, and now... nothing. His editor's calls went unanswered, his …
The Tariff Tango
hamed
Jan 22, 2025
At the International Trade Summit, held in a glitzy Vienna ballroom that smelled faintly of cigars and strained diplomacy, President Trumph strode to the podium. His signature red tie swung …
Bound for the North
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
The sun had barely risen when the Ford Model T sputtered to life, its engine groaning as if reluctant to leave the familiar red soil of Mississippi behind. Clara Harris …
Two Names, A Thousand Eyes
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Jan 24, 2025
“Meet Aurora and Atlas,” the caption read, accompanied by a photo of two tiny hands curled around their mother’s fingers. The image radiated warmth, but the moment TV star Emily …
Cybertruck Kaboom
hamed
Jan 23, 2025
The year had barely begun, and it was already off to a wild start. Outside the posh facade of the Starlight Regency Hotel, nestled in downtown Los Angeles, a gleaming …
A Wall of Time
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
The cold wind cut through the cracks in the brick walls of the East Berlin apartment. Eva stood at the window, watching as the world outside trembled with uncertainty and …
The Song of the Simorgh
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
When Kian inherited the tar, it came wrapped in a weathered velvet cloth, its strings worn and its wood gently polished by years of use. His grandfather, a reclusive musician …