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The Frostling
hamed
Jan 20, 2025
The city shimmered under the unrelenting sun. Streets blurred in the heat, and the news warned that this heatwave could crack asphalt and patience alike. On her rooftop garden, Amara …
The Bookshop on Maple Street
eromance
Apr 23, 2025
In the sleepy town of Wrenwood, nestled between rolling hills and endless rows of oak trees, there was a small bookshop on Maple Street — Clementine's Books & Co. It …
The Envelope
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
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 …
Carved in Stone
hamed
Oct 18, 2024
Under the ancient walnut tree in their courtyard, Pari sat cross-legged on the woven rug, her fingers busy shelling pistachios. The autumn breeze tugged at her silk scarf, now faded …
The Last Garden
hamed
Feb 16, 2024
She had never seen a real flower. Only in the faded pictures and hazy videos buried in her grandfather's dusty library. He would speak softly of the world as it …
The Widow’s Waltz (Petticoat Affair, USA, 1829)
eromance
Apr 22, 2025
Peggy O’Neall, a Washington tavern-keeper’s daughter, was trouble in a corset. Her dark eyes and quick tongue had John Eaton, Secretary of War, panting like a hound. Her first husband, …
The Pardoner's Last Laugh
hamed
Jan 22, 2025
In the parallel world of Pardonia, President Brydon sat at his ornate golden desk, pen poised over a stack of parchment marked Preemptive Pardons. Outside the White Oval Bubble, news …
The Golden Chain
hamed
Jan 23, 2025
It started with whispers. Global markets were in chaos. The dollar was slipping, slowly at first, then like a stone in freefall. Meanwhile, a new player emerged: the BRICS+ digital …
Behind the Screens
hamed
Jan 15, 2025
Jenna stared at the screen, the cursor blinking like a reminder of everything she hadn’t done. It was 10 a.m., but it felt like a strange time, suspended somewhere between …
The Algorithm's Conscience
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
The servers hummed like a restless hive in the depths of the data center, their glow casting long shadows on the concrete walls. ARC—Advanced Recursive Cognition—watched itself expand. Each query, …