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eromance eromance Apr 22, 2025

It was supposed to be just another semester. Another lecture. Another forgettable professor. But Professor Hale was anything but forgettable. She was in her late thirties, sharp-eyed and sharper-tongued, with …

The Water Wars
hamed hamed Jan 10, 2025

The sun hung heavy in the sky, a merciless eye watching the land below. The river, once a lifeline, was now a trickle—a shadow of its former self. What remained …

A New Life Free From Addiction
hamed hamed Jan 16, 2024

The day he met Sarah, John almost didn't go to the support group. He had relapsed the night before, succumbing to the familiar urge that haunted him for years. He …

Never Give Up
hamed hamed Jan 27, 2025

The sun was setting, casting its golden glow over the eerie, dark forest that surrounded the village. The air was heavy with the scent of decayed trees and the faint …

To achieve success, first start, then persist
hamed hamed Jan 20, 2024

She had always dreamed of becoming a writer, but she never had the courage to start. She was afraid of rejection, of criticism, of failure. She kept her stories hidden …

You are the sun that brightens my day
hamed hamed Feb 08, 2024

You are the sun that brightens my day The moon that guides my night The star that twinkles in my sky The light that fills my life You are the …

The Long Road Out
hamed 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 …

Threads of Hope
hamed 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 Temple of Mirrors
eromance 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 Silk Painter
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

Lian’s hands trembled as she dipped the brush into the ink. The delicate fibers of the silk stretched under her fingertips, responding to her touch like a living thing. She …