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Higher Dimensions
dehongi
Feb 01, 2024
She was a human, and she lived in the third dimension. She was unaware of the existence of higher dimensions, where more intelligent species lived. She was happy with her …
You never succeed (or fail) if you don't just start!
dehongi
Jan 14, 2024
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the towering skyscrapers and the ceaseless hum of traffic, lived a young woman named Alice. Alice was a dreamer, her mind filled …
Carved in Stone
hamed
Oct 18, 2024
Under the ancient walnut tree in their courtyard, Pari sat cross-legged on the woven rug, her fingers busy shelling pistachios. The autumn breeze tugged at her silk scarf, now faded …
We Don't Know What is Happening Behind The Curtain
khayam
Jan 27, 2024
اسرار ازل را نه تو دانی و نه من وین حرف معما نه تو خوانی و نه من هست از پس پرده گفتگوی من و تو چون پرده برون بر …
something to fight for. someone to live for.
ziamaiko
Feb 10, 2024
ما تنهایی میرقصیم. فقط تنهایی یک پسر، مرد میشود. از فقدانهایش عبور میکند و آنها را ناچیز میشمارد. اگر فقط مردم نگاهشان را از زندگی مردم برمیداشتند، آنگاه همه چیز …
You Owe Me
hafiz
Dec 27, 2023
The sun never says to the earth, "You owe me." Look what happens with a love like that. It lights up the whole sky. --- Even after all this time …
Shifting Frontlines
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
Captain Elena Rojas stood on the edge of the crumbling seawall, her boots coated in salt spray. The Atlantic was rising faster than their projections, swallowing what used to be …
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 Days of Spring Has Come
hafiz
Dec 27, 2023
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 …
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 …