HÉLAMB MAGAZINE
ABOUT THE EDITOR-IN-CHIEF
My late father was the one who gave that push, offering both the conversation and the belief I needed to start. His encouragement lives in every frame I create. This piece, Summer Evening, is more than an image; it’s a memory, a turning point, and a tribute to the moment I chose to begin.
Eye Got A Story You’ll Get Lost In
Welcome To The Library of
HÉLAMB
—a collection of short stories that weave together life, emotion, and vision. Each piece is a reflection of what I see and feel, shared so you can experience it in your own way. Step inside, read, and enjoy the journey.
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ONE LAST GOODBYE
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WHO AM EYE
WHO AM EYE
BROWN PAPER BAG
Her parents had worked hard to move their family into better neighborhoods, better schools, and circles they believed offered protection and advancement. And hidden underneath those ambitions was something uglier that had lived quietly for generations.
THE COLDEST WINTERS
They say some of the coldest winters on Earth are in Russia, where the air is so cold it keeps the bad people out.
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WHAT ARE WE READING TODAY
Walking through the library, a book finds you—pages whispering of life, love, or a mystery waiting to be unraveled. To my new readers, welcome… enjoy the stories.
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White-collar crimes are non-violent, financially motivated offenses committed by individuals or organizations, typically in professional or business settings, for financial gain through deceit. Concealment, or abuse of trust.
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Sexpionage is the involvement of sexual activity (or the possibility of sexual activity, intimacy, romance, or seduction in espionage. In the Soviet Union, female agents assigned to use such tactics were referred to as "swallows". A commonly known type of sexpionage is a honey trap operation, which is designed to compromise an opponent sexually! To elicit information from that person.
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In the bustling streets of Manhattan, a girl with no name carved out a niche for herself, living a life that blurred the lines between reality and deception. Her charisma was unmatched, and her presence commanded attention wherever she went.
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The summer of 1965 was destined to be unforgettable for two souls who had met by chance on the sun-drenched shores of Martha's Vineyard a year prior. Their story was one of serendipity, a tale of two strangers whose paths crossed in the most unexpected of ways.
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He shut the laptop and stared at the foam-core model of a coastal house, cedar shingles catching imaginary sun. Down in the bullpen, laughter gathered at the window pod where a colleague once a classmate, once a friend-held court. On the wall, photographs of handshakes framed men who always looked like they already belonged.
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In the summer of 1965, the youngest of three siblings embarked on a journey that would change his life forever. His older siblings often accused him of being spoiled and favored by their parents, claiming he never faced the hardships they did. Yet, in truth, none of them had it particularly hard.
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Finally, school was out, and he couldn't wait to get home and pack for that long train ride west. Imagine a young manbarely crossing that threshold between boyhood and manhood-who had yet to fall in love. Never had that first kiss, never truly held hands. But this summer would change everything.
“Every day I write. Truly depends on how I feel or what mood I’m in. Or simply what music is playing.”
— Trayvion Brady
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A SHATTER IN THE DARK
In the world of espionage, desperation breeds recklessness, and the organization had reached its breaking point. Time was slipping, options thinning, and their empire of shadows beginning to crack. So they reached for the oldest trick in the book: the honey trap. A stratagem dressed in perfume and promise, where romance—or at least the performance of it—became the bait. She was their swallow, ordered to use seduction as a weapon, compromise as leverage, and intimacy as extraction. But this wasn’t the Cold War; it was high finance, where billions moved at midnight and reputations lived or died before morning. If she succeeded, the hedge fund owner would be theirs to control. If she failed, she would be left to answer for every crime she had committed in the dark. The trap was set—but in frame thrillers like this, the trap always has a way of snapping back.