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Confessional
eromance
Apr 25, 2025
The cathedral was silent at midnight. Empty pews stretched like shadows. Candles flickered near the altar, casting a soft glow over centuries of stained glass and stone saints. She stepped …
The Garden’s Song
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Lena sat on the balcony, staring out over the sprawling city. The skyline glimmered with the buzz of a thousand lights, each one a heartbeat in the relentless pulse of …
Room 415
eromance
Apr 25, 2025
The city lights flickered through the hotel window like restless stars, their glow washing over her skin as she leaned against the cool glass. Rain traced rivulets down the pane, …
The Last Generation
hamed
Jan 20, 2024
They called themselves the Last Generation. They were the ones who had stopped having children, opting instead for the eternal youth and health that science had promised them. They had …
The Long Road Out
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
The roar of the flames echoed in Mia’s ears long before she saw them. The sky, once a clear blue, was now a thick, oppressive orange, choked by smoke. She …
The Temple of Mirrors
eromance
Apr 26, 2025
It was in Rajasthan, where the sands eat memory and the nights hum with ghost songs, that Kiara found the temple. Locals warned her: The Temple of Mirrors does not …
The Great PHP Escape
hamed
Jan 08, 2025
Once upon a time in the grim, syntax-heavy land of PHP, there lived a developer named Byte. Byte had been slaving away at his keyboard, wrestling with semicolons, dollar signs, …
The Last Filing Cabinet
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
Rose watched the maintenance crew wheel away the last filing cabinet, its metal drawers rattling like loose teeth. For thirty-two years, she'd known exactly which drawer held which files – …
Hate And Love Are Too Close
sara
Jan 15, 2024
A few days ago, Sarah could not bear to be separated from him, his every word, every touch, igniting a flame of passion within her. His absence was a void, …
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
khayam
Jan 10, 2024
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out …