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The Interview
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
Hadi straightened his tie in the shattered mirror shard hanging in his bedroom. The graduation photo on his desk mocked him, the cap tilted proudly, the grin wide. "Top of …
The Disconnect
hamed
Jan 23, 2025
Rhea adjusted the VR headset, her pulse quickening as the system booted up. Eidolon 7.0, the latest in immersive virtual reality, promised a fully integrated experience. The tagline had been …
Threads of Fate
hamed
Jan 21, 2025
The jacket was perfect: 70s leather, caramel-brown, with just the right amount of wear. Clara spotted it first on a tiny thrift store's Instagram page, its post tagged “DM to …
The Key to Everything
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
The dining table was a battlefield, strewn with papers, teacups, and the sharp edges of words. “It’s mine by right!” Reza slammed his hand on the table, his face red. …
The Playlist Connection
hamed
Jan 21, 2025
Ava never expected much from Spotify’s "Collaborative Playlist" feature, but when her friend added her to one called Serendipity Vibes, she decided to check it out. Among her friend's typical …
The Price of Peace
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
The train rumbled to a stop, its whistle piercing the stillness of the autumn air. Samuel Jenkins stepped off, the familiar creak of the platform beneath his boots sounding foreign …
City Office Reopening Mayhem
hamed
Jan 22, 2025
The city office had been closed for months, and on the first day back, Marcy, the office manager, could already feel the tension building. The smell of stale coffee and …
The Duchess in Room 12
hamed
Jan 16, 2025
The hospital buzzed with an energy that hadn’t been felt in years. Fresh flowers lined the front desk, the floors gleamed from an extra polish, and the faint smell of …
A Rocket of Her Own
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
Tasha sat cross-legged on the cracked pavement, staring at the grainy image on her tablet. The launch replayed again and again—Dr. Jeanette Epps, face calm and resolute beneath her helmet, …
Legacy
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
Maya traced her finger along the spines of medical textbooks, remembering how her mother had done the same with cookbooks in their old apartment's kitchenette. The residency acceptance letter lay …