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She had a masterpiece, but she hated it
dehongi dehongi Feb 01, 2024

She was a painter, and she loved colors. She loved to mix, to blend, to create. She believed that colors were the essence of art, the way to express herself, …

Shortage of Trust
hamed hamed Jan 20, 2025

The town of Redfield was small enough that everyone knew everyone’s business. And for the last ten years, it had also been big enough to rely on its own emergency …

The Scent of Home
hamed hamed Jan 10, 2025

Maria's corner office on the thirty-fifth floor overlooked Manhattan's skyline, a view that still amazed her twenty years after arriving with nothing but a single suitcase and her mother's recipe …

happiness.
ziamaiko ziamaiko Jan 09, 2024

از آن ابتدا، مشخص بود که او بی‌نهایت باهوش است. در واقع از همان سنین پایین همه می‌دانستند که او نابغه است. اما هرگز توجه‌ای کافی نگرفت تا از آن …

The House That Breathed
hamed hamed Jan 15, 2025

The walls of the house whispered at night. Not loudly, just a faint rustle, like leaves brushing against each other. For the Patel family, it was another adjustment in the …

The Song Between Us
hamed hamed Jan 24, 2025

The city was wrapped in a soft glow as Matty Healy stood on the balcony, his guitar slung loosely over his shoulder. The view of the skyline was beautiful, but …

Cybertruck Kaboom
hamed hamed Jan 23, 2025

The year had barely begun, and it was already off to a wild start. Outside the posh facade of the Starlight Regency Hotel, nestled in downtown Los Angeles, a gleaming …

The Last Pari
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

The narrow alley off Tehran’s bustling Valiasr Street smelled of roasting chestnuts and damp stone. Beneath a flickering neon sign, an elderly woman sat cross-legged by her modest cart. She …

The Silent Scream
hamed hamed Jan 10, 2025

It was another Tuesday morning, and Clara was already behind. Her laptop sat open on the kitchen counter, the blue glow of emails and spreadsheets casting a soft, cold light …

The Box in the Attic
hamed hamed Jan 23, 2025

The attic smelled of mothballs and old paper, a dense, musty reminder of lives long lived. Mina had been up here a hundred times before, but tonight felt different. The …