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The Gharial's Tears
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

The river, ancient and winding, carried its story through the heart of India, flowing steadily beneath the sky where the stars whispered secrets to the moon. In its depths, hidden …

داستان زهرا
maryam maryam Dec 29, 2023

من یک دختر 9 ساله هستم و اسمم زهرا است. من دوست دارم با عروسک هایم بازی کنم و داستان های خیالی برای آنها بسازم. اما امروز مادرم گفت که …

Wine Without Grapes
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

Farid had been sober for five years, but the echo of his past still reverberated in every room he entered. The smell of whiskey on a cool evening, the warmth …

The Nightingale’s Last Song
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

The old woman sat in her weathered armchair, its floral fabric faded by decades of sunlight streaming through the window. Her name was Shirin, but to her granddaughter Laleh, she …

A Day in the Life
hamed hamed Jan 14, 2025

It used to be that Marta’s mornings began with the sound of the rooster crowing, just as the first light of dawn broke over the mountainside. She would rise from …

The Cybertruck Incident
hamed hamed Jan 25, 2025

The explosion was deafening, shattering the early evening calm outside the Sapphire Meridian Hotel. Flames licked the sky, and shards of Tesla’s infamous unbreakable glass lay scattered across the pavement, …

The Code of Love
hamed hamed Jan 18, 2025

Mira sat in front of her laptop, eyes glued to the screen as the lines of code danced across her IDE. It was supposed to be a simple task: create …

The Forgotten Club | Part Four
hamed hamed Feb 10, 2025

The hidden chamber was unlike anything they’d ever seen. The walls were lined with shelves filled with dust-covered books, strange artifacts, and odd trinkets that seemed to hum with a …

The Algorithm of the Soul
hamed hamed Jan 18, 2025

Leila sat at her desk in the quiet hum of the data center, eyes flickering between lines of code and the endless stream of numbers on her screen. As a …

infinity.
ziamaiko ziamaiko Dec 27, 2023

زیباترین آدم‌هایی که تا کنون شناخته بودم، آنهایی بودند که شکست خورده بودند. رنج می‌کردند. دچار فقدان بودند و با این‌حال راه خود را از اعماق درد و رنج گشودند …