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Subway Sama
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
Eli sat on the worn, cracked floor of the 2 train platform, his guitar resting in his lap. The bustle of New York City echoed around him—the rush of commuters, …
The Gharial's Tears
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
The river, ancient and winding, carried its story through the heart of India, flowing steadily beneath the sky where the stars whispered secrets to the moon. In its depths, hidden …
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 Jade Rabbit’s Modern Brew
hamed
Jan 20, 2025
The Jade Rabbit stirred her mortar, her long ears twitching with unease. For millennia, she had lived on the moon, pounding herbs for the elixir of immortality under Chang’e’s serene …
Whispers from the Attic
hamed
Jan 30, 2025
The attic smelled like old books and dust, a heavy, musty scent that made Emma and Noah sneeze as they dug through boxes of forgotten treasures. Their grandmother had passed …
The Changing Shift
hamed
Jan 14, 2025
Rafael wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, squinting at the conveyor belt that stretched before him. The hum of machinery filled the factory, a relentless buzz that …
The Last Email
hamed
Jan 08, 2025
It started with an email. Arman had worked late every night that month, chasing a promotion he’d been promised. But when the announcement came, the job went to Omid, his …
Viral Truths
hamed
Jan 23, 2025
Ariana held her phone up to the ring light, her thumb hovering over the record button. Behind her, a towering bookshelf served as the backdrop—perfectly curated with faux-intellectual appeal. A …
Code Gray
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
The hospital hallways hummed with chaos—overcrowded ER bays, patients on gurneys lining the walls, and the faint smell of antiseptic failing to mask desperation. Nurse Clara Morales darted from one …
The Artifact
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Zara floated in the void, tethered to her orbital skiff as she guided her gripper arm toward yet another hunk of space junk. Most of her days involved clearing shards …