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The Line in the Sand
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
Leila sat at her father’s kitchen table, the faint smell of tobacco clinging to the curtains. The radio hummed with angry voices, a populist politician railing against “elitist climate agendas.” …
The Forgotten King
hamed
Dec 23, 2024
The wind howled through the crumbling ruins of an ancient palace, buried deep within the Alborz mountains. Mehran, a wandering bard, stumbled upon the remnants of a courtyard. Marble lions …
AI Gone Wrong
hamed
Jan 26, 2025
“Doctor, the transcription says the patient needs a cranial llama implant,” said Nurse Patel, her voice wavering between disbelief and laughter. Dr. Ahmed snatched the tablet, squinting at the screen. …
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 …
A Flower in Space
hamed
Jan 16, 2025
The hum of the spacecraft’s systems was the only sound as Commander Emma Harris and her crew drifted silently in the vast expanse of space. They were millions of miles …
Echo Chamber
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
Leila’s podcast had a loyal following. Mindful Moments, with its soothing tone and calming affirmations, had gained a cult status in the world of digital wellness. She talked about breathing …
sweet gaze.
ziamaiko
Feb 03, 2024
چاقوی زریننگارش را محکم در دست گرفت. انگار قرار بود لیز بخورد و نابود شود. خودش هم اطمینان کامل را به خودش نداشت. انگار در همین لحظه چیزها قرار بود …
The Threads of Fate | Chapter 4: The Forgotten Friendship
dehongi
Jan 25, 2025
The old man sat in his chair, staring at the crackling fire in the hearth, the warmth of the flames mingling with the cold weight of his thoughts. It was …
The Forgotten Club | Part One
hamed
Jan 30, 2025
Olivia had always loved mysteries. From reading detective novels to solving petty neighborhood disputes, she’d done it all. But when she found the dusty old box in the back of …
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 …