amine mokhtari
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The Monster and the Girl
I look in the mirror, and a monster looks back at me. Her smile is jagged, uneven, a collection of sharpened teeth meant for breaking, for tearing. Her tongue slides over them slowly, deliberately. Not to clean them, not to taste. But to remember.
By amine mokhtari12 months ago in Humans
The Final Reflection
Percy’s breaths were steady but deliberate as he surveyed his surroundings. The abandoned laboratory smelled of rust and decay, remnants of a forgotten era of scientific experimentation. His gun was empty—he had known that before he checked the chamber, but confirmation only deepened his sense of urgency. He had used his last bullet on the Chimera Killer, but she was still standing. Or at least, still hunting him.
By amine mokhtari12 months ago in Horror
Blueprints of the Heart
A project of this magnitude requires patience, precision, and a willingness to commit to the process. Reconstructing something as complex as a heart—one that has endured years of structural damage—demands a steady hand and an even steadier mind.
By amine mokhtari12 months ago in Motivation
Through the Glass, Darkly
A picture frame sits on the mantel, its edges gathering dust. The once-vibrant colors inside have begun to fade, their sharpness softened by time. A family of three smiles back from behind the glass—a man, a woman, and a small boy, no older than five. Their happiness, captured in that instant, is eternal. But for the man standing before it now, glass in hand, it is a relic of another life.
By amine mokhtari12 months ago in Confessions
The Science of Self-Preservation
For most of my life, I have believed that my worth was defined by what I could give to others. I believed that love meant sacrifice, that caring meant putting myself last, that the best way to prove my value was to make sure everyone else was okay before I even considered my own well-being.
By amine mokhtari12 months ago in Art
The Echo of You
There are some loves that do not fade, even when time demands they should. They linger, not as words or whispers, but as something deeper—something that etches itself into the very marrow of your bones, altering the structure of your being. I have spent nights researching grief, attachment theory, even the neurochemical processes that tether one heart to another. But no amount of academic understanding can explain why I still feel you everywhere.
By amine mokhtari12 months ago in Confessions
Why Are Some People So Good at Art? Others Are Just Angry.
People are strange. We chase perfection but despise the perfect. We long for meaning but reject anything that takes too much effort to understand. We admire talent but call it unfair when we don’t have it.
By amine mokhtari12 months ago in Families
What Would She Do?
I’m not one to call myself an anxious person, but lately, anxiety has been clawing its way into my chest. It’s the kind that creeps in quietly, catching you off guard in moments you think you should feel fine. It started on a Thursday, hours before the sky broke open in a relentless downpour.
By amine mokhtari12 months ago in Families
Learning to See My Own Reflection
Life has a way of humbling us, doesn’t it? There’s something about hitting rock bottom that forces you to look up — not necessarily to seek salvation, but to see just how far you’ve fallen. I didn’t plan to lose myself, but somehow, over the years, I had slipped away.
By amine mokhtari12 months ago in Education
Friendship is a treasure
It’s incredible how life can surprise you, even after years of pain and shattered trust. For me, true friendship had always felt like a fragile dream—something too delicate to hold onto. I didn’t believe in true friends, not after losing one so dear to me o
By amine mokhtari12 months ago in Families
"To the world, I may seem broken. To my Creator, I am whole."
This truth anchored Sophie’s heart as she navigated another day at the office. She rolled into the room in her wheelchair, her movements seamless, confident, though she could feel the eyes upon her. They always lingered, assessing, judging, maybe even pitying. Sophie had grown used to the stares, but that didn’t make them easier to endure.
By amine mokhtari12 months ago in Motivation
