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The Last Generation
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 …
The Days of Spring Has Come
The days of spring have come, the garden is in bloom The nightingale sings on every branch, the breeze is in tune The roses are laughing, the jasmine is fragrant …
She had a masterpiece, but she hated it
She was a painter, and she loved colors. She loved to mix, to blend, to create. She believed that colors were the essence of art, the way to express herself, …
Rise Above Them
Alex had always had a difficult time dealing with his cousin, Billy. Billy was a master of the verbal jab, always ready with a cutting remark or a mocking tone …
The Threads of Fate | Chapter 2: The Thread of Youth
The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting long shadows across the room. The old man sat in his chair, his eyes unfocused, staring at the embers as they flickered …
Organic Human Art
Neo-Tokyo was a city of lights and sounds, a dazzling spectacle orchestrated by machines. Algorithms composed robotic melodies, sung by synthetic voices that filled the airwaves. Neon advertisements flashed across …
Small Talks
He had never been to a big city before. He had grown up in a small village, where everyone knew each other and everything was familiar. He liked his simple …
The Garden
He had always hated gardens. As a child, he would avoid them, fearing the insects, the dirt, the thorns. He preferred to stay indoors, reading books, playing games, watching TV. …
The Last War
The Last War They called it the Last War. It was supposed to end all conflicts, once and for all. But it only brought more destruction, more waste, more suffering. …
Maybe It's a Grave
من مست و تو دیوانه، ما را که برد خانه؟ من چند تو را گفتم کم خور دو سه پیمانه؟ I am drunk and you are crazy, who took us …