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Cursed Coffee
hamed
Apr 25, 2025
It started with a free punch card. Eli, who considered himself both a realist and a proud pessimist, found it fluttering on the sidewalk outside Perky Bean Café. Ten stamps …
The Parking Spot
hamed
Apr 25, 2025
Dina had a gift. A sixth sense. Some call it luck. Others call it witchcraft. Her neighbors just called it annoying. She could always find a parking spot. Always. In …
Elevator Pitch
hamed
Apr 25, 2025
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 …
Pigeons of Vengeance
hamed
Apr 25, 2025
It began, as most things in New York do, with a bagel. Terry, a junior analyst with a mustache of dubious confidence, stepped out of his apartment with an everything …
Confessional
eromance
Apr 25, 2025
The cathedral was silent at midnight. Empty pews stretched like shadows. Candles flickered near the altar, casting a soft glow over centuries of stained glass and stone saints. She stepped …
The Wrong Room
eromance
Apr 25, 2025
The hotel hummed with post-wedding laughter. Distant music still pulsed from the ballroom, muffled by floors of carpet and champagne. She leaned against the suite door, barefoot, bouquet wilted in …
Stacks
eromance
Apr 25, 2025
They shouldn’t be here. The library was closed. The kind of quiet that hums in your bones had settled in—only the creak of old floorboards and the occasional gust of …
The Elevator
eromance
Apr 25, 2025
It started with a look—just a look. They stepped into the elevator together at 11:37 p.m., both damp from the summer storm outside. Her dress clung to her like second …
Room 415
eromance
Apr 25, 2025
The city lights flickered through the hotel window like restless stars, their glow washing over her skin as she leaned against the cool glass. Rain traced rivulets down the pane, …
Sometime Deep Penetration Only Reveals Your Main Source of Anxiety
eromance
Apr 25, 2025
The drill whirred like a wasp in a bottle, slicing into the drywall with mechanical indifference. Marcus held it steady, jaw tight, arms locked. His girlfriend, Eliza, watched from across …