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Threads of Fate
hamed hamed Jan 21, 2025

The jacket was perfect: 70s leather, caramel-brown, with just the right amount of wear. Clara spotted it first on a tiny thrift store's Instagram page, its post tagged “DM to …

The Last Note
hamed hamed Jan 22, 2025

When the news broke, Reza felt the air shift in the small Italian café where he worked as a dishwasher. Trump had won again. The chatter of locals turned uneasy, …

World Is Not Just
khayam khayam Jan 25, 2024

گر کار فلک به عدل سنجیده بدی احوال فلک جمله پسندیده بدی ور عدل بدی به کارها در گردون کی خاطر اهل فضل رنجیده بدی If the world was governed …

A Flower in Space
hamed 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 …

The Other Me
hamed hamed Jan 20, 2025

The office was quiet, the kind of startup quiet where everyone wore noise-canceling headphones and communicated in Slack emojis. Sarah adjusted her desk chair, staring at the figure seated across …

The Dating App Beloved
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

It started with a bug. Ramin, a software developer for a popular dating app, had always taken pride in the flawless functionality of the system. But recently, a glitch had …

the past and the future.
ziamaiko ziamaiko Jan 09, 2024

گاهی واقعیت آن‌قدر دردناک است که تا مغز استخوان‌مان را می‌سوزاند. و ما هم هیچ‌کاری نمی‌توانیم بکنیم. من هم برای واقعیت، کتاب خواندن را انتخاب کردم. انگار که دنیایش، مرا …

Thank U, Filler
hamed hamed Jan 29, 2025

Ariana Grande adjusted the mic, her diamond-studded ring catching the spotlight. Another award. Another speech. She should be used to this by now. "Wow, this is… insane," she said, clutching …

The Last Log-Out
hamed hamed Jan 30, 2025

Ethan had always been a daydreamer. But in the virtual world, he was a king. The VR game Elysium wasn’t just an escape—it was freedom. Every day after school, he’d …

azriel's opinion.
ziamaiko ziamaiko Jan 04, 2024

دنیا کاملا بی‌عدالت است. شعارهایی که می‌گویند همه یکسان هستند، همه دروغ‌هایی مانند گل‌های پژمرده‌اند. روزی زیبا بودند؛ اما حالا دارند از بین می‌روند. زشت شده‌اند و از زیبایی‌شان چیزی …