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The Wolf’s Song
hamed hamed Jan 22, 2025

The forest was alive with the whispers of winter. Snow clung to the branches of the pines, and the air was sharp with the scent of frost. Sixteen-year-old Koda moved …

The Song of the Sea
hamed 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 …

From Shadows to Shine
hamed hamed Jan 22, 2025

In the cramped, dimly lit apartment she shared with her younger brother, Mia scrolled through her phone, the glow illuminating her tired face. The walls were thin, and the sound …

The Last Note
hamed hamed Jan 22, 2025

When the news broke, Reza felt the air shift in the small Italian café where he worked as a dishwasher. Trump had won again. The chatter of locals turned uneasy, …

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 …

Across the Status Bar
hamed hamed Jan 21, 2025

It started with a typo. Cara meant to reply to her manager in the #team-updates channel, but instead, her message pinged Jonah, a designer halfway across the globe. "Wrong window," …

Roots and Resilience
hamed hamed Jan 21, 2025

Cassie first noticed Liam at a plant swap in the park. While most people grabbed hardy pothos or trendy monstera cuttings, Liam reached for the saddest, half-dead succulent on the …

Threads of Hope
hamed hamed Jan 21, 2025

The “Anxiety Allies” Discord server wasn’t flashy. Just a pale blue logo and a tagline that read: You’re not alone. Alex had joined on a bad night, when the walls …

Threads of Fate
hamed hamed Jan 21, 2025

The jacket was perfect: 70s leather, caramel-brown, with just the right amount of wear. Clara spotted it first on a tiny thrift store's Instagram page, its post tagged “DM to …

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 …