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The Art of Choosing
hamed hamed Jan 12, 2025

Sarah's mother always said grace before dinner, even when Sarah stopped bowing her head. Her father always asked about her grades, even when she'd long graduated. Her brother always made …

The Weight of Days
hamed hamed Jan 12, 2025

Marcus stared at his reflection in the coffee shop window, barely recognizing the man looking back at him. Three months unemployed had left dark circles under his eyes and a …

The Last Broadcast
hamed hamed Jan 10, 2025

Mia sat in the dim light of her living room, the steady hum of the television filling the silence. The night was quiet, a far cry from the chaos that …

The Weight of Choices
hamed hamed Jan 10, 2025

Lena stood in the bustling airport terminal, the hum of departing flights a backdrop to her hurried thoughts. She had just returned from a business trip, her mind tangled with …

Forbidden Touch
hamed hamed Jan 10, 2025

The city was silent, save for the soft hum of the surveillance drones circling above, their metallic wings cutting through the heavy air like ghosts. Aeliana stood at the edge …

The Silent Scream
hamed hamed Jan 10, 2025

It was another Tuesday morning, and Clara was already behind. Her laptop sat open on the kitchen counter, the blue glow of emails and spreadsheets casting a soft, cold light …

Lost in Translation
hamed hamed Jan 10, 2025

Amina had always been the quiet one, the one who kept her thoughts tucked away, neatly folded like the silk scarves her grandmother had sewn for her. She moved through …

Election Day
hamed hamed Jan 10, 2025

The line at the polling station stretched far beyond the entrance, a sea of people shifting in place, each clutching their ID like a badge of righteousness. Jenna stood at …

Robot Heart
hamed hamed Jan 10, 2025

The room was dim, the soft hum of the machine the only sound in the otherwise silent apartment. Lucas sat at his desk, his eyes fixed on the glowing screen …

The Water Wars
hamed hamed Jan 10, 2025

The sun hung heavy in the sky, a merciless eye watching the land below. The river, once a lifeline, was now a trickle—a shadow of its former self. What remained …