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The Last Letter
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
The fire was closing in. Lena didn’t have much time. The sky was thick with smoke, and the wind carried embers like burning confetti. The evacuation order had been issued …
Between the Shelves
hamed
Jan 30, 2025
Lena hid in the library’s poetry section, pretending to read Neruda while her parents argued over the phone. She traced the lines of a love poem, wishing her own life …
A Helping Hand
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
The sun was a dim, burning orb in the sky, barely visible through the thick smoke that had settled over the town. In the distance, the crackling roar of flames …
The Yellow Zone
hamed
Jan 23, 2025
The sky above the Yellow Zone shimmered unnaturally, like the air itself was holding its breath. Hana adjusted her respirator, the seals hissing as she tightened them. The Geiger counter …
The Other Me
hamed
Jan 20, 2025
The office was quiet, the kind of startup quiet where everyone wore noise-canceling headphones and communicated in Slack emojis. Sarah adjusted her desk chair, staring at the figure seated across …
The Last Search
hamed
Jan 24, 2025
It was a quiet Tuesday morning, the kind of day where nothing much happened, but the world was always on the brink of something. The sky was clear, the birds …
The Last Archive
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
Aria's fingers itched for her confiscated tablet. Its smooth surface had been her world—an endless stream of data, escape, and connection. Now, it was just an empty memory, like the …
Five Floors Up
hamed
Jan 09, 2025
Every morning at 8:15, Elena and James rode the elevator together. Five floors of exquisite torture, sharing space with a stranger who felt anything but strange. She noticed how he …
Behind the Screens
hamed
Jan 15, 2025
Jenna stared at the screen, the cursor blinking like a reminder of everything she hadn’t done. It was 10 a.m., but it felt like a strange time, suspended somewhere between …
The Final Truce
hamed
Jan 26, 2025
The ceasefire had been declared at dawn, the air still heavy with the residue of smoke and grief. In the narrow streets of Gaza, Yasmin clutched her son Ibrahim’s hand, …