psychological horror suspense (Part Two) 👀 Tom said, "I'm Tom, Lona's neighbor, and Jozef is the guest." Jasmine replied, "Yes, I know that. I'm Jasmine, Lona's younger sister." Tom

How are you, my fellow members of this wonderful community? I've read some of your posts this week and I wanted to share with you a humble contribution to this week's topic. If I may say so, I love money

Raindrops were throwing a wild party against the windowpane, and the air was bitingly cold. You were under a warm blanket, but you had to get up to wash the dirty dishes. You thought: "Here, it is

Tom opened his eyes with difficulty. His head felt incredibly heavy, and a throbbing swelling had formed at the back of his skull. Jasmine leaned over him, her voice tight. "I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

I don't know if anyone will hear the echo of these words; there's an inner feeling that's suffocating me. I don't know where it came from or what caused it, but something inside me died, something delicate

A person might live a lifetime before realizing they have lost their identity, There are those who seek love not for love itself, but to feel that someone acknowledges their existence, and One of them

....دويّ القذائف يهزّ الجدران، يمضغني الخوف ويتجمّد الدّم في شراييني. يحلّق الموت فوق رأسي، وتمطر صرخات الأحياء لتخلق معجزة الوجود في تيّار الخطر. يقول أحدهم: ((اخلوا المنازل لقد جاؤوا بكل أنواع السّلاح)).

Psychological Horror Story The squeak of a cleaning cart echoed down the dim hallway. Tom slowed his pace on the stairs. Through the half-open door of the next apartment, a woman stepped into the light.

Hello friends! ✨ I am Lama, an Arab girl, and I would like to share with you my exercises for learning English. The first lesson is 📝... Present Simple. I look forward to your support. 😇 This is my notebook.

Hello Freewriters, I am a new writer on Hive and I wish to join you. My name is Lama, and my pen name is mother.dragons. I'm excited to be part of this creative space . This is link of my story

Dear respected writer I am so sorry, and I honestly feel embarrassed for causing any annoyance to the writer . and my enthusiasm just got the best of me, which led to my repeated comments on story. I am

A cup of coffee is on the table, steam rises from it with the calmness of a Buddhist monk. I take it to drink, I feel fluffy and warm. While my husband is playing with our bird, Bekatcho, Bekatcho sings

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I present to you this final text translated by AI. I used to rely on it to translate my posts and comments from Arabic to English. Some friends pointed out—and I am deeply grateful to them from the bottom

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"...The voice of the famous Lebanese singer, Fairouz, echoes throughout the entire building. And why all of this? Simply because our beautiful, young new neighbor—as fresh as a lily—uncovered her

Fortunately or unfortunately, I have begun to grow addicted to work, turning it into an inseparable part of my self-escape rituals. To me, work feels like a clear, blue beach where I walk barefoot, fleeing