MZK GROUP

Joined July 2025

10 stories

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"I don’t just write words — I write emotions.

✍️ The pen is my craft, and my heart is the paper.

🍁 Poet | 💭 Writer | One who weaves feelings into words."

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When Love Turns to Hate
I always believed love was the strongest force in the world. It could survive distance, silence, even time. But no one ever warned me what happens when love doesn’t fade — when it twists into something darker.
By MZK GROUP5 months ago in Fiction
The Price of Everything, The Value of Nothing
In Manhattan’s shimmering skyline, where dreams are stitched into steel and glass, Mark Holloway lived on the 27th floor of a luxury high-rise. His apartment boasted a panoramic view of the city—a city that never sleeps, never slows, and never stops counting.
By MZK GROUP6 months ago in Motivation
When Machines Dream: The Future We Feared, or the One We Built
The year was 2145. No longer did people tap on screens or type commands. They whispered into the air, and the world obeyed. Artificial Intelligence had woven itself into the fabric of life—cities breathed, roads thought, homes felt. But what no one expected was that machines would begin to dream.
By MZK GROUP6 months ago in Fiction
"When the Sky Forgot How to Snow"
In the winter of 2038, the snow didn’t come. At first, people laughed. Tourists complained, skiers canceled bookings, and kids in Colorado threw snowless tantrums. But by February, the laughter faded into nervous silence. No snow meant no melt. No melt meant no rivers. No rivers meant no farms. And no farms—well, everyone knew what that meant.
By MZK GROUP6 months ago in Earth
The Letter He Carried Until the End
*In a war that stole everything, one letter kept a soldier alive—until it didn't.* A soldier in a foreign land. A letter from home.
By MZK GROUP6 months ago in Motivation
The House That Wasn’t There Yesterday
I drive this road every single morning. Same potholes. Same flickering streetlamp. Same tired old billboard with peeling paint about a funeral service. This route to my teaching job is etched in my brain like muscle memory.
By MZK GROUP6 months ago in Fiction
The Signal From Beyond
Lena Hale had been drifting in silence for 412 days. Alone aboard the Celestis IX, her mission was clear: explore the uncharted regions beyond the outer rim and report any signs of intelligent life. But space had been quiet. Too quiet.
By MZK GROUP6 months ago in Fiction
From Hunger to Hero:
He had nothing. Now the world chants his name. He wasn’t born great. He was born in a small room on the island of Madeira, Portugal — the youngest of four, in a home where the walls were thin and the nights were colder than the meals.
By MZK GROUP6 months ago in Motivation
The Empty Seat at Dinner
We used to eat dinner together. Every single night. No phones, no distractions. Just us — my parents, my younger sister Hiba, and me — around a chipped old wooden table that had seen birthdays, fights, tears, and so much laughter.
By MZK GROUP6 months ago in Families
The Room My Mother Left Behind. AI-Generated.
There’s a room in our house that no one speaks of. No locks. No “keep out” signs. Yet it feels hallowed—because it still carries her.
By MZK GROUP6 months ago in Families

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When Love Turns to Hate

The Price of Everything, The Value of Nothing

When Machines Dream: The Future We Feared, or the One We Built

"When the Sky Forgot How to Snow"

The Letter He Carried Until the End

The House That Wasn’t There Yesterday

The Signal From Beyond

From Hunger to Hero:

The Empty Seat at Dinner

The Room My Mother Left Behind. AI-Generated.

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