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It's time for short story :
The Last Call
David’s phone rang at exactly 11:59 PM. The number was unknown. Curious, he answered.
"Hello?" he said.
A weak voice whispered, "David, it's me... It's you... from the future. Whatever you do, don’t—"
The line went dead.
David's heart pounded. He checked the call log. No trace of the call.
Then his phone rang again. The same number.
Trembling, he picked up.
A voice—his voice—screamed, "DON’T ANSWER THE DOOR!"
A knock sounded from the front door.
The Last Call
David’s phone rang at exactly 11:59 PM. The number was unknown. Curious, he answered.
"Hello?" he said.
A weak voice whispered, "David, it's me... It's you... from the future. Whatever you do, don’t—"
The line went dead.
David's heart pounded. He checked the call log. No trace of the call.
Then his phone rang again. The same number.
Trembling, he picked up.
A voice—his voice—screamed, "DON’T ANSWER THE DOOR!"
A knock sounded from the front door.
I think my second gift is finding it really easy to listen to people and offer them counsel. But I had to let that go.
Why? Because my first gift is writing. Stories (true or fiction)
What's that got to do with anything?
Well, picture this: client tells me their story. 3 months later, the client is a character in my new book. Their story slightly changed but still easy to identify.
See?
Why? Because my first gift is writing. Stories (true or fiction)
What's that got to do with anything?
Well, picture this: client tells me their story. 3 months later, the client is a character in my new book. Their story slightly changed but still easy to identify.
See?
Be yourself, even if no one else is like you.
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Amir Tab📸🎩
@amir-tabrizi·22:36 20/02/2025
Don't be like others. Even if you are the only one who is not like others.
Don't be like others. Even if you are the only one who is not like others.
Once, the Great Elder Tree stood high and mighty, its vast branches spreading lush greenery across the land. Now, in its place looms a fortress of terror, its spires piercing the blood-red sky, guarded by Mongrod’s cyber-enhanced minions. The jungle, once a home to all Monanimals, was now burnt to the ground, and the air was choked with ash and despair. Bones littered everywhere, houses turned to debris, the landscape became a ghost of the past. The dark clouds of wrath were everywhere.
In the times long gone, Monadverse was a vibrant place; the ancient Moncore, an orb of raw power that breathed life and cloaked death, protecting and sustaining all, was kept hidden by its guardians in a protected realm.
Mongrod, a genius, had been shunned by his community for his forbidden knowledge. Exiled by the jungle he once called home, he vowed to create a new order where no one could reject him.
In the times long gone, Monadverse was a vibrant place; the ancient Moncore, an orb of raw power that breathed life and cloaked death, protecting and sustaining all, was kept hidden by its guardians in a protected realm.
Mongrod, a genius, had been shunned by his community for his forbidden knowledge. Exiled by the jungle he once called home, he vowed to create a new order where no one could reject him.
Last year (yesterday) I built the future city.
They laughed when I said I'd construct a metropolis in a day, but here we are. With a vision, I assembled a team of innovators and visionaries. From the first blueprint to the final light switch, we worked tirelessly, driven by dreams of tomorrow. By midnight, our city was alive—a beacon of what's possible with imagination, collaboration, and relentless effort.
They laughed when I said I'd construct a metropolis in a day, but here we are. With a vision, I assembled a team of innovators and visionaries. From the first blueprint to the final light switch, we worked tirelessly, driven by dreams of tomorrow. By midnight, our city was alive—a beacon of what's possible with imagination, collaboration, and relentless effort.
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Siman
@siman·12:16 01/01/2025
Last year (yesterday) I built Rome.
They said it couldn’t be built in a day, but I proved them wrong. With a plan and focus, I coordinated a skilled team. We worked with precision and determination, from the first stone to the final touch. By sunset, Rome stood—a testament to vision, teamwork, and determination.
They said it couldn’t be built in a day, but I proved them wrong. With a plan and focus, I coordinated a skilled team. We worked with precision and determination, from the first stone to the final touch. By sunset, Rome stood—a testament to vision, teamwork, and determination.
