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Undocumented Student Superhero
hamed
Jan 22, 2025
Miguel had always been good at blending in. Not because he wanted to, but because he had to. Living in Spokane as an undocumented student, he had perfected the art …
The Nine Pieces of a Kumiho's Heart
hamed
Jan 20, 2025
Hyejin wandered through the village, her pale hanbok fluttering like mist. The villagers whispered as she passed, her beauty unearthly, her steps too quiet. They did not know what she …
The Nightingale’s Last Song
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
The old woman sat in her weathered armchair, its floral fabric faded by decades of sunlight streaming through the window. Her name was Shirin, but to her granddaughter Laleh, she …
The Great AI Bake-Off
hamed
Jan 08, 2025
In the digital realm where tweets flew like breadcrumbs, there was a new culinary craze sweeping across X (formerly Twitter). It was the era of the AI Bake-Off, where artificial …
The Secret
hamed
Jan 15, 2024
David felt a surge of panic as he heard Sarah's footsteps approaching the bedroom. He quickly turned off the light and pretended to be asleep, hoping that she would leave …
Don't Look Nor Touch
khayam
Jan 27, 2024
یا رب تو جمال آن مه مهر انگیز آراسته ای به سنبل و عنبر نیز پس حکم چنان کنی که در وی منگر پس حکم چنان بود که کجدار و …
The Corruption Algorithm
hamed
Jan 24, 2025
In the year 2205, humans had long since been freed from the grind of work. Robots did everything—farming, construction, medicine, even art. The world was peaceful, productive, and—perhaps most importantly—unburdened …
Across the Fence
eromance
Apr 25, 2025
Martin’s blood still buzzed with adrenaline when he stomped down his driveway, his fists knotted at his sides. The argument with his neighbor, Greg Thompson, had started over a stray …
The Simorgh’s Feather
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
Arya sat in his cramped studio apartment, staring at the blank canvas that mocked him from across the room. A half-empty cup of cold tea sat beside crumpled sketches and …
Dancing Horses
hamed
Jan 26, 2025
On a quiet farm in Alentejo, Portugal, a group of Lusitano horses performed their morning routine. Their human caretakers called it “practice,” but to the horses, it was simply joy. …