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Where did I come from, what was my coming for?
khayam
Jan 04, 2024
سالها فکر من این است و همه شب سخنم که چرا غافل از احوال دل خویشتنم از کجا آمده ام آمدنم بهر چه بود به کجا می روم آخر، ننمایی …
The Last Message
hamed
Jan 30, 2025
Liam’s phone buzzed at 2:13 a.m. It was from Noah. "I'm still here. Find me before they do." Liam sat up, heart pounding. Noah had been missing for two weeks. …
The Cherry Blossom Waltz
hamed
Jan 25, 2025
The World Expo in Osaka was a celebration of progress, a meeting of cultures, and a shining beacon of human achievement. Nations from around the globe had gathered, each pavilion …
The Last Argument
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
The fire was a distant glow on the ridgeline when the argument began, its orange hue flickering through the windows of the Harper family’s living room. “We’re not leaving,” said …
To achieve success, first start, then persist
hamed
Jan 20, 2024
She had always dreamed of becoming a writer, but she never had the courage to start. She was afraid of rejection, of criticism, of failure. She kept her stories hidden …
My love for you is like a summer's day
hamed
Feb 08, 2024
My love for you is like a summer's day That warms my heart and fills my soul with light You are the sun that chases clouds away You are the …
Unplugged
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
Lena sat at her kitchen table, fingers hovering over the keyboard, trying to remember the last time she felt truly productive. The laptop screen flickered, and another Slack notification pinged. …
sweet gaze.
ziamaiko
Feb 03, 2024
چاقوی زرین‌نگارش را محکم در دست گرفت. انگار قرار بود لیز بخورد و نابود شود. خودش هم اطمینان کامل را به خودش نداشت. انگار در همین لحظه چیزها قرار بود …
The General Store Commune
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
When the rent hikes hit, the heart of Maple Hollow began to falter. The antique shop closed first, followed by the bakery, and then the corner bookstore. Only Callie Moran’s …
Matchmaking Mischief
hamed
Jan 30, 2025
Daisy and Max were tired of their parents’ endless excuses. “Too busy,” Mom always said, eyeing her phone while stirring soup. “Not in the mood,” Dad mumbled, too focused on …