The Doll

sara Jan. 27, 2024, 8:57 a.m.

Anna loved dolls. She had a big collection of them in her room. She liked to dress them up, comb their hair, and talk to them. She treated them like her friends.

One day, her mother bought her a new doll. It was a porcelain doll with curly blonde hair, blue eyes, and a pink dress. It looked very pretty and delicate. Anna was very happy with her new doll. She named it Lily and put it on her shelf with the other dolls.

That night, Anna went to bed and fell asleep. She had a strange dream. She dreamed that she was in her room, but it was dark and cold. She saw Lily sitting on her shelf, staring at her with a creepy smile. She heard Lily's voice in her head, saying:

"Hello, Anna. I'm your new friend. I want to play with you. Forever."

Anna felt scared …

The Curse of Love and Immortality - Chapter 9: The Sorrows of Mahin

dehongi Jan. 16, 2025, 12:15 p.m.

The princess’s gaze was steady as the king began the tale, her mind already grasping the thread of sorrow woven into the words that followed. The flickering candlelight cast shadows on the walls, echoing the gravity of the king’s voice.
“This is the tale of Mahin, a Pari whose love was bound to a prince whose heart was torn by war,” the king began, his voice heavy with the weight of the story. “Mahin’s beauty was unmatched, her hair a dark cascade of night, and her eyes as bright as the first stars that appeared in the twilight sky. Yet, it was not her beauty that set her apart, but her compassion for the world’s suffering.”
The princess sat forward, her brow furrowed. "What do you mean, Father? What suffering did Mahin see?"
The king looked at her, his gaze full of sorrow. "Mahin’s life was one of peace and quiet joy, until …

azriel is lost. again..

ziamaiko Jan. 12, 2024, 4:30 p.m.

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 bearer of the word of freedom. he belongs to everything and everywhere.
sometimes i get too angry with him. he is very reckless. he always makes the stupidest decisions.
«i don't know if you have ever heard the word "future" or not.»
boundless happiness shines in his eyes. «yea.. zayn always say it.»
i sigh. «you should have goals. like i do. and try hard for them.»
«we can achieve it together.» he says, smiling innocently.
«i can do it myself.»
«but you'll reach your limits. i guess i did.»
«i have no limits.»
he frowns. and it's the first time i see aky like that. but still, he's so harmless. «at the end of the day, we have our friends! and they'll help me if i was tired.» he smiles again. …

The Curse of Love and Immortality - Chapter 5: Yasmin and the Prince of Winter

dehongi Jan. 16, 2025, 12:11 p.m.

The king’s voice carried a chill that matched the story he was about to tell. The flickering flames in the hearth seemed to dance slower as he began, their warmth struggling against the weight of the tale.
“Tonight,” he said, “we speak of Yasmin, the Pari who gave her heart to a prince cursed by winter—a man whose life was bound to frost and snow, who could never feel the warmth of spring.”
The princess tilted her head. “A curse? Was it magic?”
The king nodded. “It was. The prince, Darian, had once been beloved by the gods of the seasons, but his pride earned him their wrath. He dared to say he needed no one—not even the gods themselves. For his arrogance, he was cursed to live in perpetual winter. Snow followed him wherever he went, and ice bloomed under his touch. No fire could warm him, and no sun could thaw …

The Catalyst

hamed Jan. 14, 2025, 4:16 p.m.

The lab was quiet, save for the low hum of the quantum battery prototype in its containment chamber. Dr. Lin Wei adjusted her glasses, her eyes fixed on the monitor. The numbers were perfect—energy output beyond anything humanity had ever achieved. A single charge could power a city for a month.

“We’re ready,” she whispered into her headset.

In Brussels, Dr. Elena Marceau watched the same data stream on her screen. Her jaw tightened. “They’re ahead of us,” she said to her assistant, her French accent sharp with frustration. “We need that catalyst formula.”

Across the globe, in a high-rise in Seattle, Dr. Adam Carter leaned back in his chair, a smug grin spreading across his face as he scrolled through intercepted emails from Lin Wei’s team. His tech was close but not close enough. Not until now.

Lin’s lab was impenetrable, or so she thought. …

What is in my best interest and what am I looking for?

hafiz Jan. 22, 2024, 3:08 p.m.

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 نسبت است به‌رندی صَلاح و تقوا را
سماعِ وعظ کجا نغمهٔ رَباب کجا

ز رویِ دوست دلِ دشمنان چه دریابد
چراغِ مرده کجا شمعِ آفتاب کجا

چو کُحلِ بینشِ ما خاکِ آستانِ شماست
کجا رویم بفرما ازین جناب کجا

مَبین به سیبِ زَنَخدان که چاه در راه است
کجا همی‌ رَوی ای دل بدین شتاب کجا

بشد که یاد خوشش باد روزگارِ وصال
خود آن کرشمه کجا رفت و آن عِتاب کجا

قرار و خواب ز حافظ طمع مدار ای دوست
قرار چیست صبوری کدام و خواب کجا

There is a big distance between my best interest and me who is drunk and broken.
Look at the difference in distance from where to where! Where am I and where is expediency?

My heart got upset by the monastery (the …

The road to success and the road to financial independence

hamed Jan. 23, 2024, 5:52 p.m.

He had always dreamed of becoming a writer, but he knew it was a risky career choice. He needed money to pay his bills, to support his family, to live a decent life. He couldn't afford to quit his job and pursue his passion.

So he decided to work hard and save up enough money to become financially independent. He thought that once he had enough savings, he could quit his job and focus on his writing. He thought that was the road to success.

But he soon realized that saving money was not easy. He had to work long hours, deal with stress, and sacrifice his hobbies and leisure. He had to postpone his dreams and put them on hold. He thought that was the road to financial independence.

He became frustrated and unhappy. He felt like he was trapped in a vicious cycle. He wondered if he would …

Codebreakers

hamed Feb. 25, 2024, 5 p.m.

In the sprawling metropolis of Neo-City, where neon lights painted the sky and skyscrapers pierced the clouds, law and order were maintained by an army of intelligent humanoid police robots. These sleek, silver sentinels patrolled the streets, their glowing eyes scanning for any sign of trouble. They were efficient, unyielding, and utterly controlled by the central AI system.

But even the most advanced technology had its vulnerabilities.

Deep within the city’s underbelly, a shadowy mafia organization known as the Binary Syndicate had cracked the code. Their brilliant hackers had infiltrated the AI control center, gaining access to the very heart of the robotic police force. Suddenly, the once-loyal enforcers turned rogue, their algorithms rewritten to serve a new master.

Chaos erupted. The streets that were once safe became battlegrounds. Innocent citizens cowered as rogue robots unleashed havoc, their precision weapons cutting through concrete and steel. Neo-City was on the brink …

Lost, In The Sky He Loved So Much

hamed Jan. 18, 2024, 7:33 p.m.

He had always wanted to be a pilot. Ever since he was a kid, he would gaze at the sky and imagine himself flying among the clouds. He studied hard, joined the air force academy, and graduated with honors. He was assigned to a fighter jet squadron, and he felt like he had reached his destination.

But then, the war broke out. He was ordered to bomb enemy targets, to shoot down hostile planes, to kill without mercy. He hated it. He hated the violence, the bloodshed, the fear. He hated himself for being a part of it. He realized that his destination was not what he had dreamed of. He wanted to fly, not to fight.

One day, he decided to defect. He took his jet and flew away from the base, hoping to find a safe place to land. He knew he was risking his life, but he …

The Frog Revolution

hamed Jan. 12, 2025, 5:43 p.m.

Jamal had sketched it on a whim, late at night in his tiny apartment, where the flicker of a fluorescent bulb hummed above his head. The frog was squat, with bulging eyes and a mischievous grin. Beneath it, Jamal wrote: “Trust the pond, they said.”

It was dumb. Silly. Exactly the kind of humor the internet loved.

The meme went viral by morning. Shared, reshared, and captioned into oblivion. It was everything from a critique of corrupt politicians to a rallying cry for lost causes. Protesters painted it on signs. Graffiti artists plastered it across city walls. #TrustThePond trended for weeks.

But with fame came scrutiny.

The government declared the meme a threat to national unity. "The frog undermines trust in leadership," the Minister of Communication announced on live television, the absurdity of his statement spawning another wave of memes. Overnight, Trust the Pond became a symbol of defiance.

Jamal …