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The River’s Lament
hamed hamed Jan 20, 2025

For centuries, I have flowed through this land, carving valleys and nurturing life. I have seen empires rise and crumble, heard the songs of children playing along my banks, and …

The Fear
dehongi dehongi Dec 26, 2023

He had always been afraid of the dark. As a child, he would hide under the covers and pray that the monsters wouldn’t get him. As he grew older, he …

The Late Bloomer
hamed hamed Jan 21, 2025

Elliot had always been a dreamer. As a child, he wanted to be an astronaut, a scientist, and a novelist—all at once. In his twenties, he dabbled in startups, wrote …

The Magnetic South Pole
hamed hamed Jan 16, 2025

Dr. William Harper sat in the dimly lit cabin, his breath fogging in the cold air that seeped through the cracks in the wooden walls. He gazed out the small, …

Voices of the Forgotten
hamed hamed Jan 15, 2025

In the small town of Willow Creek, tucked away in the rolling hills of the countryside, the world seemed a faraway place. The local café served the same cup of …

After the Storm
hamed hamed Jan 16, 2025

The morning after the storm, the Great Smoky Mountains stood shrouded in a ghostly mist, as if mourning the devastation below. Entire trees lay uprooted, power lines tangled like webs, …

Five Minutes
hamed hamed Jan 14, 2025

Marcus stared at his phone, watching the seconds tick by. 4:57 AM. His thumb hovered over the delivery app, waiting for the morning shift to open. He'd learned the hard …

Most People Don't Like the Journey, But the Destination
hamed hamed Aug 10, 2024

The studio lights bathed him in a warm glow, casting long shadows of success. The host, a seasoned pro with a practiced smile, leaned in. "You've built an empire from …

Life is Short
khayam khayam Jan 27, 2024

افسوس که نامه جوانی طی شد و آن تازه بهار زندگانی دی شد آن مرغ طرب که نام او بود شباب افسوس ندانم که کی آمد کی شد Alas, the …

Finding Hope Through Connection
hamed hamed Jan 27, 2025

Mira sat alone in her small apartment, staring at the blank canvas on her easel. She hadn’t painted in months, not since her younger sister, Ayla, passed away. Ayla had …