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The Real and the Replica. AI-Generated.
The laboratory was silent, bathed in the sterile glow of white lights. Machines hummed softly, breathing artificial life into the room. Dr. **Elara Finch**, a woman in her late thirties with sharp eyes and tired hands, stood before her creation — **Ava**, the world’s first fully sentient robot.
By Bilal Mohammadi3 months ago in Fiction
Jessica and the Giant Fish. AI-Generated.
Jessica had always been drawn to the sea. Ever since she was a child, she found peace in the sound of waves crashing against the shore and the glitter of sunlight dancing across the water. As an adult, she spent hours swimming, diving, and exploring the mysteries of the ocean. For her, the sea was not just water and waves—it was a living world, full of secrets and silent stories.
By Bilal Mohammadi3 months ago in Fiction
Love at the Gas Station . AI-Generated.
## Love at the Gas Station – A Story of Unexpected Feelings On the outskirts of a busy town stood a small gas station. To most travelers, it was just another stop on their journey, a place to fill the tank, grab a drink, and move on. But for the two young employees who worked there, it was much more than that. It was a place where dreams, struggles, and eventually, emotions began to unfold.
By Bilal Mohammadi4 months ago in Fiction
The Mountain of Fire. AI-Generated.
Far beyond the quiet village of Darwain, where rivers flowed like silver threads and birds sang sweet songs at dawn, stood a lonely mountain—Mount Velgar. It had always been there, towering and still. The villagers called it The Sleeping Giant because it had never moved, never made a sound. For hundreds of years, no one had climbed it. It was sacred, quiet, forgotten.
By Bilal Mohammadi6 months ago in Earth
Torn Between Two Hearts. AI-Generated.
In the peaceful village of Elmridge, where the trees whispered secrets and the wind carried memories, lived a girl named Alina. She was simple yet graceful, with a quiet charm that made everyone feel at ease. Alina worked at the town’s little flower shop, arranging bouquets with the same care she gave her dreams.
By Bilal Mohammadi6 months ago in Fiction
The Silent End. AI-Generated.
In the quiet southern village of Daru, where the land met the ocean in peaceful harmony, the beach was a place of solitude. The waves whispered stories, the wind carried the scent of salt and seaweed, and only the fishermen who knew the waters dared to visit its shores before the sun rose.
By Bilal Mohammadi6 months ago in Petlife
The Hundred-Year-Old Tree. AI-Generated.
In the quiet village of Darwa, surrounded by golden wheat fields and distant hills, stood a tree that was older than any man or woman who lived there. The villagers simply called it “The Grand Tree.” No one knew exactly what kind it was — some said it was a fig tree, others believed it was sacred. But all agreed on one thing: the tree was over a hundred years old.
By Bilal Mohammadi6 months ago in Earth
Ronaldo and Kids. AI-Generated.
In a small village nestled between green hills and dusty roads, lived a ten-year-old boy named Hamid. He was tall for his age, with curious eyes and a constant smile that lit up the classroom. Like every other kid in his school, Hamid had one big dream — to meet Cristiano Ronaldo, the football legend he watched on his uncle’s old television.
By Bilal Mohammadi6 months ago in Fiction
Love Silenced. AI-Generated.
Was Their Decision Right or Wrong From a human and emotional perspective, Ilyas and Zainab only followed what their hearts told them—they loved each other and dreamed of a life where they could be free, happy, and respected. In many parts of the world, falling in love is not a crime. In fact, it's seen as something beautiful and natural. So from a moral and personal freedom standpoint, their decision was not wrong.
By Bilal Mohammadi6 months ago in Fiction
Behind Locked Doors. AI-Generated.
Laila had always believed that life would change one day. That one day she’d be more than the daughter of a widow who washed clothes in the river, more than a girl from a crumbling village near the edge of the city. But dreams fade quickly in places where hunger knocks more often than opportunity.
By Bilal Mohammadi6 months ago in Fiction
Four Daughters and a Mother’s Silent Struggle. AI-Generated.
In a far-off dusty village, where the sun burned the earth during the day and the nights whispered cold winds through broken windows, lived a woman named Rukhsana. She was a widow in her mid-forties with four young daughters — Amina, Laila, Shazia, and Zoya. They lived in a house that wasn’t really a house anymore — just four cracked mud walls and a rusted tin roof that creaked when the wind blew.
By Bilal Mohammadi6 months ago in Humans
