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The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting
The Silent War the World Is Already Fighting When people think about war, they imagine soldiers, tanks, and explosions. But today, some of the most dangerous battles are happening quietly—without gunfire, without borders, and often without the public even noticing. This is the age of cyber warfare, and it has already changed how nations compete for power.
By Wings of Time 7 days ago in Fiction
The Woman and the Four Wolves. AI-Generated.
At the edge of a vast wilderness, where the forest met the mountains and the air carried the scent of pine and cold earth, lived a woman named Arelia. Few people knew of her existence, and even fewer had ever seen her. Those who traveled near the forest spoke of silence, glowing eyes between trees, and a woman who walked without fear.
By Bilal Mohammadi8 days ago in Fiction
The Letter That Was Never Sent. AI-Generated.
The letter lived in the bottom drawer for eleven years. It was folded carefully, as if someone might open it at any moment, though no one ever did. The paper had softened at the creases. The ink had faded just enough to suggest patience rather than neglect.
By Mehwish Jabeen8 days ago in Fiction
THE REMARKABLE CASE OF DAVIDSON'S EYES
I. — The transitory mental aberration of Sidney Davidson, remarkable enough in itself, is still more remarkable if Wade's explanation is to be credited. It sets one dreaming of the oddest possibilities of intercommunication in the future, of spending
By Faisal Khan8 days ago in Fiction
IN THE AVU OBSERVATORY
The observatory at Avu, in Borneo, stands on the spur of the mountain. To the north rises the old crater, black at night against the unfathomable blue of the sky. From the little circular building, with its mushroom dome, the slopes plunge steeply
By Faisal Khan8 days ago in Fiction
Welcome 2026. AI-Generated.
The first morning of 2026 arrived quietly. There were no fireworks in the sky anymore, no loud cheers echoing through the streets. The world seemed to pause, as if taking a deep breath before stepping forward. The sun rose slowly, casting a soft golden light over cities, villages, and homes across the globe. It was a new year, untouched and full of possibility.
By Bilal Mohammadi9 days ago in Fiction
♡ Me and My Identity ♡
♡ Me and My Identity ♡ ■ Episode 4 ✍ By: Abdul-Ilah Abdul-Qader Al-Junaid Abu Zaid, a kind man in his fifties who had lost his sight due to the hardships of past conflicts, was accustomed to going out with his son Zaid to buy groceries from the market and then returning home. However, Zaid was now with his classmates at the summer center on its first day. Despite this, Abu Zaid insisted on going out as usual, but this time alone, driven by a desire to check on any neighborhood children who might have been late joining the center.
By ZAIDALGONAID9 days ago in Fiction
