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Voices in the Wind
hamed hamed Jan 15, 2025

Lina sat at her desk, staring at the empty notebook in front of her. The words wouldn’t come. She had watched Greta Thunberg speak on TV for the hundredth time, …

Behind the Screens
hamed hamed Jan 15, 2025

Jenna stared at the screen, the cursor blinking like a reminder of everything she hadn’t done. It was 10 a.m., but it felt like a strange time, suspended somewhere between …

In the Shadow of the Dome
hamed hamed Jan 15, 2025

The cold wind cut through Sarah’s coat as she stood outside the Capitol, her breath visible in the icy air. She had come to Washington to see history in the …

The Voices That Rise
hamed hamed Jan 15, 2025

Maya stood at the edge of the crowd, her heart pounding in her chest, a mix of fear and defiance. The protest stretched out before her like a river of …

The Quiet Room
hamed hamed Jan 15, 2025

The apartment was quieter than it had ever been. Lila sat in the corner of the living room, her laptop open in front of her, but she couldn’t focus on …

Beyond the Stars
hamed hamed Jan 15, 2025

Peter Lawson sat at his desk in the cluttered NASA lab, eyes bloodshot from hours spent scrutinizing calculations and blueprints. The hum of the machines around him was constant, a …

Snowbound Strangers
hamed hamed Jan 15, 2025

The howling wind outside the train station sounded like a beast clawing at the windows. Snow battered the walls, piling higher by the minute. Inside, a group of six strangers …

A Child of Promise
hamed hamed Jan 15, 2025

The January air in Atlanta was crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine from the hills beyond the city. In a modest two-story house on Auburn Avenue, the cries of …

All the News Fit to Print
hamed hamed Jan 15, 2025

Henry Jarvis stared at the printing press, its gears clanking like a restless machine ready to birth something monumental. Around him, the newsroom buzzed with the frantic energy of ambition …

The Fog of New Orleans
hamed hamed Jan 15, 2025

The air hung thick with the smell of wet earth and gunpowder as Private Samuel Hayes knelt in the mud, his musket trembling in his hands. Dawn was still a …