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Bound for the North
hamed
Jan 17, 2025
The sun had barely risen when the Ford Model T sputtered to life, its engine groaning as if reluctant to leave the familiar red soil of Mississippi behind. Clara Harris …
The Auction
hamed
Dec 21, 2024
When their father passed, the farm was supposed to be split equally between Amir, the older brother, and Reza, the younger. But Amir, with his sharp tongue and sharper lawyers, …
The Pardoner's Last Laugh
hamed
Jan 22, 2025
In the parallel world of Pardonia, President Brydon sat at his ornate golden desk, pen poised over a stack of parchment marked Preemptive Pardons. Outside the White Oval Bubble, news …
Logging Out
hamed
Jan 23, 2025
The first hour was unbearable. Lila stared at her phone, the blank screen like a taunt. Her thumb twitched with phantom muscle memory, instinctively reaching for apps that weren’t there. …
The Status Update
hamed
Jan 18, 2025
Erica sat at her desk, staring at the screen of her computer, a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty swirling inside her. It was February 4, 2004, and Facebook had just …
The Fire Beneath the Cypress
hamed
Dec 25, 2024
In the heart of Shiraz, where the scent of orange blossoms swirled through the night air, Layli sat beneath the ancient cypress tree. Her fingers traced the letters carved into …
The Last Breath of the City
hamed
Jan 12, 2025
The fire had come like a beast, a consuming thing with no remorse. What had once been a city of neatly arranged homes, fragrant gardens, and streets lined with towering …
The SNL Skit Gone Wrong
hamed
Jan 27, 2025
The stage lights blazed down on Danny as the audience roared. Saturday Night Live—the dream gig. Months of grinding at dingy comedy clubs, perfecting punchlines while dodging beer bottles, had …
The Ring from the Sky
hamed
Jan 25, 2025
The ground shook as the metallic ring plummeted from the heavens, crashing into a cassava field just outside the quiet Kenyan village of Mbereko. Farmers dropped their tools and children …
The Last Pari
hamed
Jan 20, 2025
When the last Pari died, the skies wept for a week. Her name was Simorgha, a being of radiance who glided on winds softer than whispers. She was the last …