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Bound for the North
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
The sun had barely risen when the Ford Model T sputtered to life, its engine groaning as if reluctant to leave the familiar red soil of Mississippi behind. Clara Harris …
The River’s Lament
hamed
Jan 20, 2025
For centuries, I have flowed through this land, carving valleys and nurturing life. I have seen empires rise and crumble, heard the songs of children playing along my banks, and …
Her Version of Him
eromance
Apr 23, 2025
In 2139, grief isn’t something you live with. It’s something you program. After Micah died in the New Mumbai reactor collapse, Dahlia spent six months in blackout grief — until …
The House of Echoes
hamed
Jan 25, 2025
The old house loomed at the end of the gravel path, its windows like hollow eyes. Claire shivered as she stepped out of the car, clutching her overnight bag. “This …
The Democracy Algorithm
hamed
Jan 24, 2025
In the year 2147, the small nation of Quantica prided itself on being a "democracy for all." The slogan was plastered on every drone-delivered pizza box, sung by every virtual …
World Continues Going On
khayam
Jan 25, 2024
چون عمر به سر رسد چه شیرین و چه تلخ پیمانه که پر شود چه بغداد و چه بلخ می نوش که بعد از من و تو ماه بسی از …
Zaka dairy producer
zaka
Dec 31, 2023
Maya loved visiting her grandparents' farm in Dehong village. She loved the fresh air, the green fields, and the friendly cows. She loved helping her grandfather with the milking and …
Ticket to Tomorrow
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
The announcement crackled through the town square speakers, distorted but unmistakable: "The final departure is in 72 hours. Lottery winners must report to the launch site immediately. No exceptions." Mara …
The Moonlit Script
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Arash had spent years perfecting his craft. As a calligraphy artist in Tehran, he was well-known for his mastery of the ancient scripts, but something had always eluded him. No …
The Key to Everything
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
The dining table was a battlefield, strewn with papers, teacups, and the sharp edges of words. “It’s mine by right!” Reza slammed his hand on the table, his face red. …