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Whispers in the Dark
hamed
Jan 30, 2025
It started as a joke. Lena, Ava, Jordan, and Mia sat cross-legged in the flickering candlelight, giggling over an old book of rituals they found in Ava’s attic. "Let’s summon …
The Algorithm’s Blind Spot
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
The room buzzed with energy, a dimly lit warehouse crammed with people who didn’t seem to belong together. Posters covered the walls, each one cryptic: “Offline is the New Rebellion.” …
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, …
Numbers Don't Lie
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
Numbers Don't Lie Adnan's screens flickered with red numbers as the lira fell another twelve percent. His trading desk at First Capital Bank, usually bustling with energy, had grown eerily …
Roots and Resilience
hamed
Jan 21, 2025
Cassie first noticed Liam at a plant swap in the park. While most people grabbed hardy pothos or trendy monstera cuttings, Liam reached for the saddest, half-dead succulent on the …
The Chain of Hands
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
The first knock came at dawn, loud and urgent. Maria opened the door to find her neighbor, Sam, his face streaked with ash. “The fire’s jumped the canyon,” he said. …
Her Version of Him
eromance
Apr 23, 2025
In 2139, grief isn’t something you live with. It’s something you program. After Micah died in the New Mumbai reactor collapse, Dahlia spent six months in blackout grief — until …
Rumor Has It
hamed
Jan 29, 2025
Ashanti swirled her straw in her iced tea, watching Nelly smirk across the restaurant table. “So…” he started, dragging out the word like he was setting up a punchline. “You …
Finding Hope Through Connection
hamed
Jan 27, 2025
Mira sat alone in her small apartment, staring at the blank canvas on her easel. She hadn’t painted in months, not since her younger sister, Ayla, passed away. Ayla had …
The Simorgh’s Feather
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
Arya sat in his cramped studio apartment, staring at the blank canvas that mocked him from across the room. A half-empty cup of cold tea sat beside crumpled sketches and …