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From Shadows to Shine
hamed
Jan 22, 2025
In the cramped, dimly lit apartment she shared with her younger brother, Mia scrolled through her phone, the glow illuminating her tired face. The walls were thin, and the sound …
She had a masterpiece, but she hated it
dehongi
Feb 01, 2024
She was a painter, and she loved colors. She loved to mix, to blend, to create. She believed that colors were the essence of art, the way to express herself, …
a genius loner.
ziamaiko
Dec 29, 2023
گاهی اوقات چنان با احساس همراه ربات‌ها صحبت می‌کرد که فراموش می‌کرد آنها احساساتی ندارند. حتی فراموش می‌کرد آنها ساخته‌ای به دست انسان‌ها هستند که قابلیت فراموش کردن هر چیزی …
The White Div's Daughter
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
The cavern shimmered with frost, each crystal a fragile web of light. Shirin sat at the mouth of the cave, her pale hair spilling like moonlight down her back, her …
The Last Trade
hamed
Jan 10, 2025
The bell over the door jingled one final time. Sofia looked up, her fingers idly tracing the floral patterns carved into the counter. It was a relic from her father’s …
What is in my best interest and what am I looking for?
hafiz
Jan 22, 2024
صلاحِ کار کجا و منِ خراب کجا ببین تفاوتِ ره کز کجاست تا به کجا دلم ز صومعه بگرفت و خِرقِهٔ سالوس کجاست دیرِ مُغان و شرابِ ناب کجا چه …
The Threads of Fate: Prologue
dehongi
Jan 25, 2025
The old man sat by the window, his frail hands trembling as they gripped the edge of the chair. The soft glow of the evening sun streamed through the glass, …
Threads of Hope
hamed
Jan 21, 2025
The “Anxiety Allies” Discord server wasn’t flashy. Just a pale blue logo and a tagline that read: You’re not alone. Alex had joined on a bad night, when the walls …
The Threads of Fate | Chapter 10: The End of the Thread
dehongi
Jan 25, 2025
The threads had shown him every possibility, every twist and turn of his life. He had walked the paths he could have taken, and those he had avoided. He had …
The First Edit
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
It was a cold afternoon in January 2001, and Max sat hunched over his desk, scribbling frantically on a crumpled piece of paper. His history project was due tomorrow, and …