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Ali Hamzah

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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Escaping From My Father's Farts

Ali Hamzah

Once there was a big man and his name was Bobulanvus. But people just called him Bob because it was easier. Bob had a daughter that didn’t really like him that much. You see, Bob had a problem. A problem that had to do with farting countless times at night. His daughter, Marialuvasa, ( people called her Maria because it was easier) was always interrupted in her sleep by the sheer powerful thunderous sounds of her father’s farts. Her father’s farts not only shook the foundations of their house but also smelled like the poisonous seas of ...

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The Wizard at Crossroads

Ali Hamzah

Submitted to Contest #143

So, I went ahead and bought a house plant. A cactus. Something that was easy to take care of. I just had to water it once every week. This was the easiest thing ever. If I could take care of this house plant, I could become the assistant to my father, the brilliant wizard of the forest. We lived in the populated part of the forest of Thistle and my father was the man that often went out and protected the village from any monsters. Since I was young, I always wanted to be a wizard like my father but whenever I touched my plants, they would ju...

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I'm crying inside.

Ali Hamzah

Submitted to Contest #141

I’m crying inside. That’s the title of the story and that’s how I’ve felt for a long time. I’m a waiter at this dead beat restaurant in this bustling city. Ironic that we have barely anyone who enter our restaurant; but I don’t blame them because I wouldn’t too. My uncle is in charge of this restaurant and there was a day when he told me to stand at the opening doors with some flyers. I told him “Do I really have to? Barely anyone wants to enter our restaurant. It’s so old and kinda musty here. Besides, everybody’s going to the mall up the...

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NEVER SUBMIT TO THE DARKNESS

Ali Hamzah

Submitted to Contest #86

Many years ago, I was a young lonely man who loved hiking through the forest because for the fact that I never did like people. I either found them extremely annoying or extremely boring to the point that I would dread waking up and talking to my neighbour, Mrs Hudson. She would always smile like everything was fine in the world and she would always offer to give these cookies. Well, nothing was okay. My girlfriend had just broken up with me. My father had just passed away. I got fired. So, I decided to go into the forest and I came back wit...

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The Breakup

Ali Hamzah

Submitted to Contest #85

That’s the thing about this city. It’s too noisy. From the moment that I wake up and bathe under the stinging water coming out of the showerhead, I can hear the flushing of the toilet above me and the sound of water falling through the shower drain. I get out of the shower and dress up in front of my mirror stuck to my cardboard and I can hear the thumping above me. I have no idea what it is. It’s probably the neighbour’s boy playing football. I stare at myself, my hands slowly doing the buttons on my long-sleeved shirt, one by one. It ...

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