The 9x Fawdi

Joined July 2025

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The Last Library. AI-Generated.
In a world of screens and endless noise, Where every thought was just a click, There stood a library of special books That made the weary souls feel sick.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
The Dream Thieves. AI-Generated.
The Somnus Corporation's slogan was everywhere: "Why waste a third of your life sleeping?" Their miracle drug, Vigil, had eliminated humanity's need for sleep a decade ago. The world became more productive, more efficient—and utterly miserable.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Chapters
What happens when your past becomes a currency?. AI-Generated.
The first memory Kael ever sold was his seventh birthday. The cake's vanilla scent, his father's laugh, the warm glow of candles—all extracted in a five-minute procedure at the Mnemotek Booth. He walked out with 500 credits and a strange hollow space where the memory used to be. The official report called it "harmless cognitive decluttering."
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Chapters
The Quiet Constellation
Don't mistake my quiet for an empty sky, It's just a different galaxy drifting by. While others are a roaring, bustling town,
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
Trapped in a Digital Hole
I open up the app to find a friend, A way to make the lonely feeling end. I swipe through faces, happy, smart, and kind,
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
The Human Supermarket
We are the products, you're the buyer, Scrolling through the digital fire. Our photos, polished, bright and clean, A marketplace of "might-have-been."
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
Digital Hauntings
First, a match, a spark of light, Conversation flows throughout the night. Plans are made, a hopeful start, Then silence falls and breaks your heart.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
Too Many Faces
So many faces in my hand, A sea of smiles across the land. A thousand wins, a "Match!" so bright, It fills my lonely screen with light.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
The Endless Scroll
We build our altars to the algorithm's god, And curate faces on the polished sod. A marketplace of smiles, a digital sea,
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
Ode to the Crescent
Not from a lofty bough does it depend, But from a tender, layered, leafy friend. A cheerful yellow crescent, curved and sleek,
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
The Sun's Two Children
The Orange, a compact, humble sphere, A captured sunset from the dying year. Its skin, a leathery, pitted gold, A modest story waiting to be told.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
Story of My Father's Hands. AI-Generated.
I didn’t understand my father’s love language until I was much older. It wasn’t spoken in words of affection or grand gestures. It was whispered in the pre-dawn silence of his shuffling feet, etched into the calluses on his palms, and measured in the slow, tired sigh he let out when he finally sat in his worn armchair each night.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Families