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داستان زهرا
maryam
Dec 29, 2023
من یک دختر 9 ساله هستم و اسمم زهرا است. من دوست دارم با عروسک هایم بازی کنم و داستان های خیالی برای آنها بسازم. اما امروز مادرم گفت که …
Musk, Trump, and the Staff That Couldn't
hamed
Jan 24, 2025
It was barely a week into Trump’s presidency, and already the White House staff was on edge. The halls, normally bustling with the usual back-and-forth of political maneuvering, had a …
Mother’s Defense
hamed
Jan 27, 2025
The internet had become a battlefield. Alex Hart, the rising Hollywood star, found himself at the center of a media storm after a leaked video showed a heated exchange on …
Humanoid Robots Revolution | Chapter 1: The World Reborn
hamed
Jan 27, 2025
The world had long abandoned its organic essence, trading blood and bone for circuits and metal. What was once called Earth had transformed into a shimmering expanse of technological beauty. …
Love Born from Ashes and Embers
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
The air was thick with smoke and the lingering scent of charred wood. A soft, eerie silence hung over the once-vibrant neighborhood, now reduced to a patchwork of rubble and …
The General Store Commune
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
When the rent hikes hit, the heart of Maple Hollow began to falter. The antique shop closed first, followed by the bakery, and then the corner bookstore. Only Callie Moran’s …
(still not there.)
ziamaiko
Dec 26, 2023
مسئلهای که زیاد ذهنم را مشغول میکرد این بود که چرا هیچکس اهمیت نمیدهد. برای هیچکس مهم نبود ما مانند زندانیها در این مکان زندگی میکنیم؟ از دنیای بیرون، تنها …
Encore
hamed
Jan 29, 2025
The crowd hummed with anticipation, a low murmur of disbelief and excitement. Ten years was a long time to disappear. Too long, some would say. Backstage, Lyra Chase adjusted her …
The Rainmaker
hamed
Jan 25, 2025
It started with a drizzle. Lina stood on her apartment balcony, her hands gripping the rusted railing, watching the parched earth below darken with water for the first time in …
The Crossroads
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
The morning sun streamed through the lace curtains, casting patterns on the kitchen table. Ruth Simmons sat with her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee, the aroma doing little …