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Across the Status Bar
hamed
Jan 21, 2025
It started with a typo. Cara meant to reply to her manager in the #team-updates channel, but instead, her message pinged Jonah, a designer halfway across the globe. "Wrong window," …
The Silent March
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
Evelyn Harris stood in front of the mirror, adjusting the wide-brimmed hat atop her head. The reflection staring back at her wasn’t quite the woman she used to be. The …
The Last Shipment
hamed
Jan 16, 2025
Aria leaned against the counter of her empty shop, staring at the shelves that once overflowed with imported teas and spices. The air was thick with the scent of cinnamon—a …
In the Shadow of the Dome
hamed
Jan 15, 2025
The cold wind cut through Sarah’s coat as she stood outside the Capitol, her breath visible in the icy air. She had come to Washington to see history in the …
Ticket to Trouble
hamed
Jan 23, 2025
Olivia had been waiting for months. The Coldplay concert was finally happening, and she’d managed to snag the most coveted tickets in the city—front row, VIP access, the whole package. …
The Last Coal Worker
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
Adi stood on the edge of the empty mine, the vast crater stretching before him like an open wound. Dust clung to his boots and his hands, even though it …
Taurus Troubles
hamed
Jan 22, 2025
Maggie had always taken her horoscopes seriously—maybe a little too seriously. As a proud Taurus, she knew she was supposed to be practical, grounded, and stubborn. But when she opened …
The Line in the Sand
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
The rain soaked Mateo’s jacket as he held his wife Rosa’s hand, their two children huddled close between them. Outside the immigration office, a crowd of protesters shouted into the …
Smoke Signals
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
The evacuation order came at 3 AM, but Sarah Henderson had been awake since midnight, watching the orange glow creep closer to Pine Valley. Twenty years in California had taught …
One Thousand Clay Birds
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
Aiko’s hands were raw, the tips of her fingers covered in the dust of clay. The studio, usually filled with the soft hum of life and color, had become her …