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The Librarian’s Secret
Librarian Harold was a moth, and Father Michael, the new priest, was a flame. Every Wednesday, Michael visited the library to borrow theology texts, his collar snug against a neck …
The Ridge Burns
The morning was postcard perfect. The ocean glistened under the pale sun, the breeze carried a faint saltiness, and the jacarandas along the winding streets were bursting with purple blooms. …
A Rocket of Her Own
Tasha sat cross-legged on the cracked pavement, staring at the grainy image on her tablet. The launch replayed again and again—Dr. Jeanette Epps, face calm and resolute beneath her helmet, …
The Algorithm’s Blind Spot
The room buzzed with energy, a dimly lit warehouse crammed with people who didn’t seem to belong together. Posters covered the walls, each one cryptic: “Offline is the New Rebellion.” …
Elevator Pitch
Jamal hated elevators. Not because he was claustrophobic—no, he just knew too much. Worked IT for a midtown high-rise. He’d seen things: spreadsheet crimes, VPN sins, one guy using Excel …
The Eternal Boredom
The Eternal Boredom He had lived for over two hundred years. He had seen everything there was to see. He had done everything there was to do. He had no …
Beneath the Velvet Silence
England, 1821. Lady Eliza Fairmoor was everything a duke’s daughter should be — obedient, graceful, tragically beautiful. Her life was stitched in lace and silence, days spent learning to host, …
The Long Wait
Emma scrolled through her phone, deleting photos of yet another failed relationship. Six years of dating apps, blind dates, and "promising" connections had left her with nothing but a collection …
The Corruption Algorithm
In the year 2205, humans had long since been freed from the grind of work. Robots did everything—farming, construction, medicine, even art. The world was peaceful, productive, and—perhaps most importantly—unburdened …
azriel's opinion.
دنیا کاملا بیعدالت است. شعارهایی که میگویند همه یکسان هستند، همه دروغهایی مانند گلهای پژمردهاند. روزی زیبا بودند؛ اما حالا دارند از بین میروند. زشت شدهاند و از زیباییشان چیزی …