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Cursed Coffee

It started with a free punch card. Eli, who considered himself both a realist and a proud pessimist, found it fluttering on the sidewalk outside Perky Bean Café. Ten stamps …
the way azriel see the world.

i lost my mother. i lost my friends. i lost everything. i miss the time when life was like a party. but all these seem to belong to millions of …
Whispers in the Guest Room

The house was quiet, save for the soft creak of the floorboards under Mia’s bare feet. The guest room door was ajar, a sliver of moonlight spilling across the hardwood. …
Maybe It's a Grave

من مست و تو دیوانه، ما را که برد خانه؟ من چند تو را گفتم کم خور دو سه پیمانه؟ I am drunk and you are crazy, who took us …
The Last Scoop

Ellie Harris leaned against the cold glass of her office window, staring at the city below, a sea of moving lights and fleeting faces. The newsroom behind her buzzed with …
The Envelope

Emma Cole stared at the thick manila envelope on her desk, her fingers tracing the edge of its flap. It had arrived anonymously, slipped into her mailbox at the Capitol …
Sometime Deep Penetration Only Reveals Your Main Source of Anxiety

The drill whirred like a wasp in a bottle, slicing into the drywall with mechanical indifference. Marcus held it steady, jaw tight, arms locked. His girlfriend, Eliza, watched from across …
The Shop of Bottled Dreams

Raha had wandered through the labyrinthine lanes of the Tehran Grand Bazaar countless times, her feet brushing against the worn stones, her eyes absorbing the colors, sounds, and smells of …
The Silk Painter

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 …
The Bowl of Fate

Eli had always been an unremarkable baker. His small shop in the heart of the city was known for its simple, warm loaves of bread, baked daily with care and …