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Cybertruck Kaboom
hamed
Jan 23, 2025
The year had barely begun, and it was already off to a wild start. Outside the posh facade of the Starlight Regency Hotel, nestled in downtown Los Angeles, a gleaming …
The Neon Night Basketball Blunder
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 …
Reflections
hamed
Feb 26, 2025
Ethan nearly dropped his coffee when he saw him. Across the café, a man sat alone, flipping through a book with the same lazy concentration Ethan had. Same sharp jawline, …
The Moonlit Script
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Arash had spent years perfecting his craft. As a calligraphy artist in Tehran, he was well-known for his mastery of the ancient scripts, but something had always eluded him. No …
A Second Too Many
hamed
Jan 23, 2025
Ren adjusted the dials on the ChronoRing, the device humming softly against her wrist. She’d only ever used it for minor adjustments—skipping traffic jams, fixing a botched presentation, reliving a …
The Algorithm’s Darling
hamed
Jan 15, 2025
When Mia’s follower count stalled at 10,000, she knew she needed something big. The curated lifestyle shots, the pastel morning lattes, and the “just woke up” selfies weren’t cutting it …
Venice in Winter, With a Poet as Our Guide
hamed
Jan 27, 2025
In a land where the sky was blue and the mountains were ice-capped, where nights had no shadows but pure nightness and stillness, I found myself here, a traveler through …
The Silent Scream
hamed
Jan 10, 2025
It was another Tuesday morning, and Clara was already behind. Her laptop sat open on the kitchen counter, the blue glow of emails and spreadsheets casting a soft, cold light …
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 …
The Instagram Rumi
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
Layla’s feed was everything: perfectly curated photos of sunsets, lattes, and glossy flat lays of her latest book finds. She had built a small empire around her “self-love” brand, offering …