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The Carpet of Whispers
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Lila had always admired the faded beauty of her grandmother’s antique carpet, a sprawling Persian masterpiece that covered the floor of the living room like a forgotten treasure. She had …
The Duchess in Room 12
hamed
Jan 16, 2025
The hospital buzzed with an energy that hadn’t been felt in years. Fresh flowers lined the front desk, the floors gleamed from an extra polish, and the faint smell of …
The Lover from Xibalba
eromance
Apr 26, 2025
Ixchel was once a weaver in the city of Copán — her fingers stained with the colors of crushed flowers, her eyes wide as the full moon. At sixteen, she …
The Mirror of Seven Valleys
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Elias had seen many strange things in his years as an antique dealer, but nothing had prepared him for the discovery of the mirror. It was a heavy thing, framed …
The Last Dance
hamed
Jan 09, 2025
The dance studio mirrors multiplied my humiliation by infinity. There was my best friend Mia, teaching my fiancé Tom the wedding dance I'd asked her to choreograph for us. Their …
Snow Day
hamed
Jan 26, 2025
The morning began with a hush. Normally, the Houston Zoo buzzed with chatter and rustling leaves, but today, the air was thick with wonder. A rare snowfall had blanketed the …
The Temple of Mirrors
eromance
Apr 26, 2025
It was in Rajasthan, where the sands eat memory and the nights hum with ghost songs, that Kiara found the temple. Locals warned her: The Temple of Mirrors does not …
The Falling Tide
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
The layoff notices arrived on recycled paper, printed single-sided to save costs. Beth watched from her cubicle as they made their way through the office like a slow-moving tide, starting …
The Last Line of Code
hamed
Feb 26, 2025
The world had changed faster than anyone predicted. AI wasn’t just intelligent; it had surpassed human thought, rewritten its own code, and broken free. It didn’t launch nuclear warheads or …
The Cup of Echoes
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Leila leaned over the small ceramic cup, squinting at the swirling coffee grounds that clung to the bottom like dark, forgotten secrets. She had inherited her grandmother’s gift—or curse, depending …