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The House on the Hill
sara
Jan 27, 2024
Mark and Lisa were a young couple who loved adventure. They liked to explore new places and seek thrills. They heard about a house on the hill that was rumored …
The Last War
hamed
Jan 19, 2024
The Last War They called it the Last War. It was supposed to end all conflicts, once and for all. But it only brought more destruction, more waste, more suffering. …
Anansi and the Web of Wi-Fi
hamed
Jan 20, 2025
In the bustling city of Lagos, where skyscrapers rose like anthills and smartphone screens glowed brighter than fireflies, Anansi found himself woefully out of place. The Sky God had summoned …
Three Years, One Hundred Leaps
hamed
Jan 08, 2025
When Harold finally opened his eyes, he was expecting to see the familiar, slightly outdated hospital room where he last remembered dozing off. Instead, he was greeted by walls that …
Keanu Reeves Insult Incident
hamed
Jan 22, 2025
It all started at the Downtown Coffeehouse, a hip, overpriced place that served overpriced drinks in even more overpriced mugs. It was a typical Wednesday morning, and the place was …
A Letter to G.H. Hardy
hamed
Jan 16, 2025
Srinivasa Ramanujan sat in the dim light of his small room in Kumbakonam, his hand trembling slightly as he dipped the quill into the ink. The weight of the paper …
The Last Archive
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
Aria's fingers itched for her confiscated tablet. Its smooth surface had been her world—an endless stream of data, escape, and connection. Now, it was just an empty memory, like the …
The Chip Breakers
hamed
Jan 24, 2025
In the year 2078, every newborn child was implanted with an AI chip. It was mandatory—part of the global initiative for peace, security, and progress. No one questioned it. Parents …
Humanity Awakened
hamed
Feb 08, 2024
Year 2094. Earth was a well-oiled machine, humming with flawless efficiency. Traffic moved in synchronized patterns, crops produced optimal yields, and every human enjoyed a comfortable life, their desires anticipated …
The Song of the Simorgh
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
When Kian inherited the tar, it came wrapped in a weathered velvet cloth, its strings worn and its wood gently polished by years of use. His grandfather, a reclusive musician …