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The Flaw
hamed
Jan 23, 2024
She watched her mother die on the operating table, surrounded by robots. They had told her it was a routine procedure, that there was nothing to worry about, that the …
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
khayam
Jan 10, 2024
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out …
The Doll
sara
Jan 27, 2024
Anna loved dolls. She had a big collection of them in her room. She liked to dress them up, comb their hair, and talk to them. She treated them like …
The Last Terminal
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
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 …
The Last Generation
hamed
Jan 20, 2024
They called themselves the Last Generation. They were the ones who had stopped having children, opting instead for the eternal youth and health that science had promised them. They had …
Who Owns His Time
dehongi
Jan 11, 2024
In the heart of a bustling metropolis, amidst the towering skyscrapers and ceaseless hum of urban life, resided a man named Ethan, who had discovered the profound truth that those …
Velwyn Nights Chapter 3: Ash and Amber
eromance
May 01, 2025
Ronan stayed in the forest that night. He didn't mean to. It was like falling asleep in a dream and waking up more awake than he'd ever been. The fire …
The Threads of Fate | Chapter 9: The Final Confrontation
dehongi
Jan 25, 2025
The old man’s mind, worn and frail with time, was drawn to another chapter of his life, one filled with unresolved conflict, where pride had overruled the simple but profound …
The Unexpected Guest
rumi
Jan 12, 2024
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 …
One Thousand Clay Birds
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
Aiko’s hands were raw, the tips of her fingers covered in the dust of clay. The studio, usually filled with the soft hum of life and color, had become her …