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Matchmaking Mischief
hamed hamed Jan 30, 2025

Daisy and Max were tired of their parents’ endless excuses. “Too busy,” Mom always said, eyeing her phone while stirring soup. “Not in the mood,” Dad mumbled, too focused on …

Ashes of Home
hamed hamed Jan 12, 2025

The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows over the remnants of what was once a vibrant neighborhood. Now, all that remained were smoldering ruins and the smell …

The Music of Potential
hamed hamed Jan 18, 2025

Ramin sat cross-legged on the corner of the crowded Tehran street, his fingers brushing gently over the strings of his grandfather’s old tar. The sun was setting, casting a warm …

Reflections
hamed 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 Spotlight's Edge
hamed hamed Jan 24, 2025

Blake Lively sat in her kitchen, the glow of her phone screen casting sharp shadows on her face. The words "Megyn Kelly Critiques Blake Lively" blared across every news site, …

Frozen Days
hamed hamed Jan 15, 2025

The house felt like a tomb, cold and silent except for the creaks of the old wooden floors beneath their feet. Jasmine hugged her daughter, Ellie, close to her chest, …

Anansi and the Web of Wi-Fi
hamed hamed Jan 20, 2025

In the bustling city of Lagos, where skyscrapers rose like anthills and smartphone screens glowed brighter than fireflies, Anansi found himself woefully out of place. The Sky God had summoned …

The Last Game
hamed hamed Jan 26, 2024

The Last Game She had one game left. She had played all the others, and she had mastered them. She had conquered every level, every challenge, every enemy. She had …

Prohibition’s Dawn
hamed hamed Jan 16, 2025

It was the sound of the doorbell that made Benny pause. The bell chimed the same way it always did, a soft jingle that brought a sense of warmth to …

The Silent Scream
hamed 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 …