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A Day in Belarus
hamed hamed Jan 26, 2025

The sun barely pierced the fog that hung over Minsk, but Anya had already been awake for hours. Her phone buzzed incessantly, messages from Telegram channels lighting up her cracked …

Smoke and Song
hamed hamed Jan 24, 2025

Olivia Rodrigo sat in the green room of the Wiltern, her acoustic guitar resting across her lap. The muffled sounds of the crowd filtered through the walls, a low hum …

The Rescue
hamed hamed Jan 08, 2025

We were on a ferry crossing the bay, a group of executives heading to a team-building retreat. The waves were choppy, the wind sharp and biting. As we huddled on …

Stuck in the Drift
hamed hamed Jan 15, 2025

The horizon was a dull line where the Suez Canal met the sky. It was the kind of day that seemed to stretch on forever—no end, no movement. Ahmed stood …

Encore
hamed hamed Jan 29, 2025

The crowd hummed with anticipation, a low murmur of disbelief and excitement. Ten years was a long time to disappear. Too long, some would say. Backstage, Lyra Chase adjusted her …

Ashes and Rebirth
hamed hamed Jan 12, 2025

The fire came fast. It started on the ridgeline, a small spark igniting in the dry brush, but by the time Sara noticed, the flames had spread across the valley …

The First Edit
hamed hamed Jan 18, 2025

It was a cold afternoon in January 2001, and Max sat hunched over his desk, scribbling frantically on a crumpled piece of paper. His history project was due tomorrow, and …

The Neon Night Basketball Blunder
hamed hamed Jan 22, 2025

It was the biggest game of the season: Neon Night at the University at Albany. The arena was packed with students dressed in fluorescent shirts and glow sticks, the court …

The Threads of Fate | Chapter 7: The Price of Ambition
dehongi dehongi Jan 25, 2025

The old man’s mind wandered back to his youth, to the endless nights of ambition and the relentless drive to achieve something more. He had once been a man consumed …

The Birthday Card
hamed hamed Jan 09, 2025

The birthday card arrived three months late, postmarked from Paris. Rachel's hands trembled as she recognized Lisa's looping handwriting – the same handwriting that had signed witness statements in the …