Said Hameed
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No One Saw Her Leave
It was the kind of town where nothing ever changed. The streets were lined with peeling shutters and sun-bleached porch swings. People knew each other's birthdays and secrets, or at least they thought they did. So when Maeve Larkin vanished, the whole town paused as if the air had stopped moving.
By Said Hameed7 months ago in Criminal
A Fifth Autopsy
Dr. Elara Morrow washed her hands slowly, as if scrubbing away the dread that had taken root under her skin. She’d done four autopsies in as many days, each more bizarre than the last. Each body arrived with the same signs: no external wounds, organs appearing pristine, but a blank expression frozen in wide-eyed terror.
By Said Hameed7 months ago in Criminal
The Man Who Knew Nothing
The village of Dunlow was small, hidden between two tired hills and wrapped in fog most mornings. It wasn’t the kind of place you stumbled upon. It was the kind of place you were born in and never left. Everyone knew everyone — their families, their secrets, even their misfortunes. Everyone, that is, except for Thomas Finch.
By Said Hameed7 months ago in Criminal
A Grave Mistake
It was a rainy afternoon when Jonathan Blake, a middle-aged historian with a passion for forgotten cemeteries, arrived in the remote village of Windmere Hollow. He had recently discovered references in a 19th-century journal to a lost graveyard on the outskirts of the village—one that was never officially recorded.
By Said Hameed7 months ago in Criminal
The Tragedy of Karbala
Karbala: 9th and 10th Muharram – The Eternal Stand In the year 680 CE (61 AH), on the scorched plains of Karbala, a small group of devout men, women, and children stood against tyranny in one of the most defining moments of Islamic history. It was the 9th and 10th of Muharram—the days forever etched into hearts as symbols of sacrifice, faith, and unwavering courage.
By Said Hameed7 months ago in History
The Prosecutor's Fall
The city of Hollowmere was built on secrets—deep alleys, deeper pockets, and shadows that knew too much. For years, District Attorney Marcus Vellin had carved a reputation as the hammer of justice, striking down corruption wherever it dared raise its head. His convictions were flawless, his speeches impassioned, and the press adored him. In court, he stood tall, dark-suited and sharp-eyed, wielding law like a blade.
By Said Hameed7 months ago in Criminal
Evidence of Absence
Dr. Nina Holloway stared at the void. Not the kind of void poets wrote about, or philosophers pondered late at night. This was the literal, data-proven absence of something that should’ve been there. It blinked at her in neat lines of code, nestled in sensor data from her deep-space array. A patch of the cosmos, 22 light-years wide, where nothing—absolutely nothing—registered. No matter, no radiation, no gravitational ripples. No dark matter anomalies. No background hiss. A silence so pure, it was unnatural.
By Said Hameed7 months ago in Criminal
The Locksmith’s Secret
In the heart of the old town, nestled between a dusty bookshop and a bakery that always smelled of burnt cinnamon, stood a peculiar little shop with a brass sign that read: "Halvorsen & Son – Locksmiths Since 1883." The windows were clouded with age, and a small bell above the door gave a tired jingle whenever someone dared to enter.
By Said Hameed7 months ago in Criminal
Lies Carved in Stone
In the heart of the ancient kingdom of Virelia stood a monument unlike any other. A towering obelisk, obsidian black and etched with symbols too old to decipher, loomed over the square in the capital city of Iskareth. The locals called it the Pillar of Truth. For generations, people believed that the stone bore the laws and virtues upon which the kingdom was founded — justice, unity, and honor.
By Said Hameed7 months ago in Criminal
No Motive, No Mercy
The rain fell hard over Hollow Bridge, a small town nestled in the shadows of the Cascade Mountains. The kind of place where everyone knew everyone—or thought they did. Life moved slow there. Predictable. Until the night of the Hollow Bridge killings.
By Said Hameed7 months ago in Criminal
The Judas Witness
The wind howled over the desolate plains of Aeloria, sweeping the dust of forgotten empires across the blood-stained stones. In the ruined chapel of Saint Kallan, a lone man knelt before a shattered altar. His name was Varek, once a priest, now a hunted man. In his trembling hands, he held the Judas Witness—a small, obsidian relic etched with runes too ancient for memory.
By Said Hameed7 months ago in Criminal
