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A Rocket of Her Own
hamed hamed Jan 17, 2025

Tasha sat cross-legged on the cracked pavement, staring at the grainy image on her tablet. The launch replayed again and again—Dr. Jeanette Epps, face calm and resolute beneath her helmet, …

Wired Mind
hamed hamed Jan 15, 2025

The procedure took six hours. When Ethan woke, his skull ached like a struck gong. The doctor smiled, holding a sleek tablet. “How do you feel?” He didn’t answer. Instead, …

The Last Harvest
hamed hamed Jan 18, 2025

Jarek knelt in the moonlit field, his fingers trembling as they sifted through the soil. The earth was dry, cracked, and barely clinging to life—much like him. He’d worked in …

The Last Broadcast
hamed hamed Jan 10, 2025

Mia sat in the dim light of her living room, the steady hum of the television filling the silence. The night was quiet, a far cry from the chaos that …

The Trump Diss and the Davos Drama
hamed hamed Jan 24, 2025

It was the final day of the World Economic Forum in Davos, Switzerland, and the snow had begun to settle—both outside and inside the lavish conference halls. The scent of …

The Last Sunset
hamed hamed Jan 10, 2025

Marcus stood at his bedroom window, watching the Hollywood Hills shimmer in the distance. The "For Sale" contract lay unsigned on his desk, its presence a quiet reproach. After fifteen …

The Witch’s Hour
eromance eromance May 01, 2025

They said no man entered the forest past midnight and returned unchanged. Ronan did it anyway. The air thickened as he stepped into the glade where the moonlight danced unnaturally—too …

The Simorgh’s Feather
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2025

Arya sat in his cramped studio apartment, staring at the blank canvas that mocked him from across the room. A half-empty cup of cold tea sat beside crumpled sketches and …

Japan vs Iran
hamed hamed Jan 19, 2024

Alice: Hi, Sara. Did you watch the football match yesterday? Sara: Yes, I did. It was hilarious! Alice: Hilarious? How so? Sara: Well, you know how Iran was playing against …

The Last Peach
hamed hamed Apr 23, 2025

Marjorie always saved the best for last. It was her way — a kind of hope, a promise that the end of the day, or the meal, or the season, …