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The Rescue
hamed hamed Jan 08, 2025

We were on a ferry crossing the bay, a group of executives heading to a team-building retreat. The waves were choppy, the wind sharp and biting. As we huddled on …

Remould
khayam khayam Jan 25, 2024

گر بر فلکم دست بدی چون یزدان بر داشتمی من این فلک را ز میان از نو فلکی دگر چنان ساختمی کازاده به کام دل رسیدی آسان If, like God, …

The Librarian’s Secret
eromance eromance Apr 22, 2025

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 …

Seven Trials
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

The crowd roared as Arya stepped into the arena, her pulse pounding with the beat of a distant drum. The banners of the competition fluttered in the desert wind, each …

Being an Introvert Is Weird (And That's Okay)
hamed hamed Dec 10, 2025

Being an Introvert Is Weird (And That's Okay)A few weeks ago, life threw us a curveball. My wife was at home when a heavy bench toppled over and landed squarely …

The Last Text
hamed hamed Jan 09, 2025

The text from Jessica came at 3:33 AM: "I know what you did." Marcus nearly dropped his phone. The timestamp was impossible – Jessica had died two hours ago in …

The Last Letter
hamed hamed Jan 12, 2025

The fire was closing in. Lena didn’t have much time. The sky was thick with smoke, and the wind carried embers like burning confetti. The evacuation order had been issued …

the way azriel see the world.
ziamaiko ziamaiko Dec 31, 2023

i lost my mother. i lost my friends. i lost everything. i miss the time when life was like a party. but all these seem to belong to millions of …

The Legend of Perry the Donkey
hamed hamed Jan 23, 2025

The sun was setting over the rolling hills of a small ranch in Hemet, California, painting the sky in hues of orange and lavender. A group of reporters, filmmakers, and …

The Governess’s Gamble (Victorian England, 1860s)
eromance eromance Apr 22, 2025

Miss Clara Thorne, governess to Lord Ashford’s brats, was prim as a prayer book—until Captain James, Ashford’s roguish brother, returned from India. His sun-bronzed jaw and devilish grin could unravel …