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The Last War
hamed
Jan 19, 2024
The Last War They called it the Last War. It was supposed to end all conflicts, once and for all. But it only brought more destruction, more waste, more suffering. …
The Memory Collector
hamed
Jan 10, 2025
Daniel's grandmother left him an old smartphone when she died. Not money, not jewelry, not her cherished recipe book – just an iPhone 6 with a cracked screen and a …
Salt Flowers
hamed
Jan 19, 2025
Jin-ah stood alone on the beach as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the sky in hues of pink and orange. Her hands, weathered by years of toil, moved …
Roots Entwined
hamed
Jan 21, 2025
The morning mist clung to the forest, making everything feel fragile, like the world might break apart if they didn’t act. Nora adjusted the chain around her waist, her hands …
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 …
The Last Truth
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
The newsroom was silent, a graveyard of empty desks and dormant monitors. Taylor sat alone under the flickering glow of a desk lamp, headphones on, replaying the anonymous audio file …
Pigeons of Vengeance
hamed
Apr 25, 2025
It began, as most things in New York do, with a bagel. Terry, a junior analyst with a mustache of dubious confidence, stepped out of his apartment with an everything …
The Rescue
hamed
Jan 08, 2025
We were on a ferry crossing the bay, a group of executives heading to a team-building retreat. The waves were choppy, the wind sharp and biting. As we huddled on …
The Minister’s Mistake (Profumo Affair, UK, 1963)
eromance
Apr 22, 2025
Christine, a showgirl with legs like a Cold War ceasefire, had John Profumo, War Secretary, in a spin. Their poolside meeting at Cliveden—her nude swim a diplomatic incident—left him dizzy. …
The Song of the Sea
hamed
Jan 22, 2025
Tama stood at the edge of the beach, the cool morning breeze tugging at his hoodie. The waves crashed against the shore, their rhythm steady and ancient, like the heartbeat …