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In Real Time
hamed hamed Jan 21, 2025

At first, it was nothing special—a stranger’s face in the background of Theo’s BeReal. Just another blurry figure in a café, hunched over a laptop. But the next day, she …

Sacrifice
hamed hamed Jan 15, 2024

Adam was only twelve years old when his father left them. He still remembered the day he came home from school and found his mother crying on the couch, holding …

Two Names, A Thousand Eyes
hamed hamed Jan 24, 2025

“Meet Aurora and Atlas,” the caption read, accompanied by a photo of two tiny hands curled around their mother’s fingers. The image radiated warmth, but the moment TV star Emily …

Refugee Travel Chaos
hamed hamed Jan 22, 2025

Hamid clutched his suitcase, which was somehow both too heavy to carry and too light to contain anything important, as he stared at the chaos unfolding in Terminal 4. The …

The Boss’s Wife
eromance eromance Apr 22, 2025

Milo, the office intern, was doomed the day Mrs. Callahan—his boss’s wife—walked into the copy room. She was all red lipstick and tailored dresses, her perfume a punch to Milo’s …

The Juggle
hamed hamed Jan 14, 2025

Samantha’s phone buzzed as she slammed the door behind her. Another notification. A new gig. She had exactly twenty minutes to get from her current job—coffee shop barista—across town to …

The Password
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

Zara sat at her desk, staring at the screen of her computer, the string of characters blinking back at her like a puzzle she couldn’t solve. She had spent days …

You Owe Me
hafiz hafiz Dec 27, 2023

The sun never says to the earth, "You owe me." Look what happens with a love like that. It lights up the whole sky. --- Even after all this time …

Country Grammar and Crossed Lines
hamed hamed Jan 24, 2025

Nelly adjusted the brim of his cap, his eyes scanning the packed arena. The stage lights pulsed to the beat of his opening track, and the crowd roared as the …

The Final Blade
hamed hamed Jan 17, 2025

Rain tapped against the narrow cell window, a rhythmic reminder of time slipping away. Marcel Chevalier sat on the hard cot, his fingers tracing the edges of a worn photograph. …