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Ashes and Rebirth
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
The fire came fast. It started on the ridgeline, a small spark igniting in the dry brush, but by the time Sara noticed, the flames had spread across the valley …
Live The Moments
khayam
Jan 25, 2024
این یک دو سه روز نوبت عمر گذشت چون آب به جویبار و چون باد به دشت هرگز غم دو روز مرا یاد نگشت روزی که نیامده ست و روزی …
The Curse of Love and Immortality - Prologue
dehongi
Jan 16, 2025
The Curse of Love and Immortality Long ago, in the cradle of creation, a race of ethereal beings was woven into existence by the hands of the Divine. These beings …
The Curse of Love and Immortality - Chapter 2: Lila of the Forgotten Grove
dehongi
Jan 16, 2025
The fire burned low in the great hall, its golden glow casting soft light over the princess and her father. Tonight, the king seemed more somber than usual, as though …
The Last Truth
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
The newsroom was silent, a graveyard of empty desks and dormant monitors. Taylor sat alone under the flickering glow of a desk lamp, headphones on, replaying the anonymous audio file …
The Trump Diss and the Davos Drama
hamed
Jan 24, 2025
It was the final day of the World Economic Forum in Davos, Switzerland, and the snow had begun to settle—both outside and inside the lavish conference halls. The scent of …
The Fire and the Stone
eromance
Apr 26, 2025
The snow came early that year. Thick, heavy, merciless. Bran was hunting alone when he heard the scream — sharp, wild, tearing across the frozen pines like a hawk’s cry. …
azriel is lost. again..
ziamaiko
Jan 12, 2024
i feel lost. everyone feels lost at times. and now i do. it's feels like.. i don't belong to nothing and nobody. aky is not like me. he is the …
The Librarian’s Secret
eromance
Apr 22, 2025
Librarian Harold was a moth, and Father Michael, the new priest, was a flame. Every Wednesday, Michael visited the library to borrow theology texts, his collar snug against a neck …
The Forgotten Engine
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
Max Turner had always felt a certain magic in the mechanics of machines. As a child, his father’s garage had been a sanctuary, a place where engines hummed to life …