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Threads of Solidarity
hamed hamed Jan 21, 2025

Amara first noticed Kian when he retweeted her post about the winter coat drive. "We could use more boots and blankets," he’d added, along with a photo of his tiny …

The Feast of the Div
hamed hamed Jan 18, 2025

Amir’s bike hummed against the late-night air, the city’s lights flickering like fireflies as he navigated through the quiet streets. His shift as a food delivery worker had started hours …

Forty Days of Silence
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

Mina sat in her sleek San Francisco apartment, her laptop open in front of her, yet her mind was nowhere near the task at hand. The glowing cursor on the …

The Coffee Shop Mystic
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

Samir had lived in Silicon Valley long enough to know the routine. Get up, code, debug, deploy, repeat. His life had become a series of neatly ordered lines of code, …

A New Beginning
hamed hamed Jan 18, 2025

Zara stood on her toes, her eyes wide with wonder as she peered through the crowd. The cold January air nipped at her cheeks, but she barely noticed. Around her, …

Honey in the Knife
eromance eromance Apr 23, 2025

She met him at her therapist’s office. Not inside — outside, in the waiting room. Legs crossed. Calm smile. A paperback in his hand he wasn’t reading. He looked up …

My love for you is like a summer's day
hamed hamed Feb 08, 2024

My love for you is like a summer's day That warms my heart and fills my soul with light You are the sun that chases clouds away You are the …

The Eclipse of Whispering Shadows
hamed hamed Jan 25, 2025

It was the kind of small town where everyone knew each other's name—and secrets. Maplewood, nestled in a valley surrounded by thick forests, had seen its fair share of odd …

The Roc’s Egg
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

Dr. Amir Rahimi had seen many things in his years of studying climate change, but nothing had prepared him for the discovery that lay beneath the shifting sands of the …

The Last Archive
hamed hamed Jan 12, 2025

Aria's fingers itched for her confiscated tablet. Its smooth surface had been her world—an endless stream of data, escape, and connection. Now, it was just an empty memory, like the …