Said Hameed
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Midnight Confessions
The confessional booth was quieter than usual. The thick wood absorbed most of the sounds, and the fading incense left only a ghost of sandalwood in the air. Father Adrian leaned back in his seat, eyes closed, feeling the weight of another long day. It was nearly midnight. He was about to rise when the curtain on the other side rustled.
By Said Hameed7 months ago in Criminal
Bloood on the Tracks
The train screeched into the station at 12:47 a.m., half-empty, half-asleep. Rain tapped against the windows, rhythmic as a ticking clock. No one noticed the man in the black coat as he stepped onto the platform at Hawthorne Station, except the night porter—who would later swear the man didn’t blink once.
By Said Hameed7 months ago in Criminal
Web of Lies
The rain tapped against Mira Dalton’s apartment window like impatient fingers, but inside, all was silent except for the hum of her laptop. It was 2:13 a.m. The screen glowed in the dark, casting her face in pale light as spreadsheet after spreadsheet flickered open. On the surface, everything looked pristine — rows of revenue, columns of quarterly growth, margins tighter than a banker’s smile. Too tight. Too clean.
By Said Hameed7 months ago in Criminal
The Black Ledger
No one remembered when the Black Ledger was written, only that it was never meant to be found. Hidden for decades in the crumbling cellar of an abandoned estate in Bavaria, it was bound in blackened leather that felt strangely warm to the touch. The pages, thick and grainy, exhaled the scent of smoke and old blood. It was not a book of accounting, though it bore the name. It was something older, deeper—a catalog of choices made in shadow, histories unspoken, and pacts inked in silence.
By Said Hameed7 months ago in Criminal
Silent of Evidence
The cabin was too quiet. Detective Mara Venn stood in the middle of Professor Julian Hart’s study, surrounded by stacks of notes, old tape recorders, and wires snaking across the wooden floor like tangled veins. The fire had long gone cold, yet the scent of coffee still lingered in the air — faint, bitter, recent.
By Said Hameed7 months ago in Criminal
Echoes of the Crime
The city never truly slept, but some nights it seemed to hold its breath. On one such night, Detective Isla Renn stepped out of her cruiser onto the dimly lit street of Marlowe District. Rain whispered against the cracked pavement, and a neon sign above a shuttered diner blinked its last breath. The body had been found behind the diner — not the first, but certainly the most disturbing.
By Said Hameed8 months ago in Criminal
The Final Alibi
Detective Claire Monroe stood at the edge of the lake, the cold wind tugging at her coat as the early morning fog rolled over the water. The body had been found just after sunrise—face-down, motionless, with a gunshot wound in the back. Jonathan Reese, 54, real estate mogul, husband, and occasional philanthropist, was dead.
By Said Hameed8 months ago in Criminal
Beneath the Mask
The ballroom shimmered under the golden glow of chandeliers, each crystal prism catching the light like a whisper of a secret. Guests danced in swirling gowns and crisp suits, every face hidden behind ornate masks of feather, velvet, and gold. It was the annual Masquerade of Delaire, where identities were illusions and truths were left behind at the grand oak doors.
By Said Hameed8 months ago in Criminal
Shadows of Deceit
Detective Emily Carter stepped into the dimly lit alley, her flashlight cutting through the thick fog that hung like a shroud over the city. The call had come in barely an hour ago—a man found dead in a pool of blood, his face obscured by a black hood. The victim lay slumped against a brick wall, a silver dagger glinting in the faint light.
By Said Hameed8 months ago in Criminal
Beyond the Edge
The sun was a pale disc hanging low over the jagged horizon, casting long shadows across the vast expanse of the Erythrean Desert. Talia adjusted the straps of her pack, her eyes scanning the dunes for any signs of movement. The edge of the map—the point where all known geography ended—lay less than a day’s journey away. Beyond it, no one knew what existed. Some spoke of endless storms, others of a shimmering sea of glass. Talia had spent her life preparing to find out.
By Said Hameed8 months ago in Earth
From Zero to Hero
In a quiet village nestled at the edge of the Mistwood Forest, there lived a boy named Kael. He was the son of a blacksmith and had no dreams beyond shaping iron and keeping the forge warm through the winter. While others yearned for adventure or glory, Kael only wanted a simple life — one free from battles, monsters, or kings.
By Said Hameed8 months ago in Motivation
