Amany Sayed

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

Stories (74)

74 Stories

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“family dinner” by Amany Sayed

Enormous pots filled to the brim with rice. Trays of steaming hot rolls, burning to the touch. Plates piled high with pancakes and butter, dripping with syrup and raspberry jam. Large bowls of pasta, barely pulling apart with all the cheese that held them together like glue. Marisol had cooked them all, time and time again. Flipping through her ancient recipe books, she sometimes tried something new; of course, s...

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“No Happy Endings” by Amany Sayed

“We have plenty of time,” J says, but it sounds like he’s trying to convince himself.The small lake calmly stretches out in front of me, contrasting my thoughts. White foam and dark blue waves sprinkle the surface, tickling my ankles. I reach down and gather as much water as I can in my hands, bringing it up to wash my face. “Sure.”We don’t though. He knows this. Already, we’ve watched the sun fall from the horizon three times without finding what we’re looking for. Two more nights and we’re out of time.

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“Pants on Fire” by Amany Sayed

“From the top,” I say, clapping twice and leaning back in my chair. I imagine it’s a director’s chair, high off the ground and demanding respect. In reality, it’s a very wobbly fold-up chair, and I’m praying it won’t collapse on me. “Ok,” the boy clears his throat, “I was just-I mean, I had to stay up so late because my-my mom, she went to the hospital and-”“Stop.” He stops his blubbering and obvious fake crying. “I thought it was your dad? See, keep it going like this, and no one is going to believ...

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“falling” by Amany Sayed

Every birthday candle, every loose eyelash, every star, every single 11:11 has been wasted on you. I just want to see you again. You don’t deserve it. It’s just practically muscle memory now. I clench my fist and hold my breath and just wish.I check the time before I go to bed and it’s 11:10.One blink later it’s 11:11.I turn out the lights, lie down, and close my hand tight. ~I dream about your face. We’re yelling at each other, but I can’t hear you or me and it’s just...

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“Barefoot and Vulnerable” by Amany Sayed

Elizabeth dug her perfectly manicured nails into her palms. The candlelight of the chandeliers were ever flickering, casting eerie glows across the dining hall. She took a sharp inhale, staring up at the ceiling. Augustus shifted in his seat before her, eyes carefully studying the meat on the plate in front of him as if it was fascinating as life itself. “So…” Elizabeth tried to break the silence, voice light though she knew countless chambermaids and cooks were likely eavesdropping right outside. She dragged her fork through ...

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“All the Perfect People Have to Die” by Amany Sayed

TW: gore The blood nauseated me. I should’ve been used to it by now, but I wasn’t. Cracked glass and stained fabric surrounded me, staining the skin of my bare feet. I hadn’t moved yet. How was I to? The tiny little shards would likely puncture my feet, and it was not in my plan to let my own blood join that of the victims. Sighing, I wiped each foot on the opposite pant leg in turn. I grunted as I picked up the body, dragging it off to the side. I wiped the sweat from my brow, the glo...

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“One Stop Until We Run Away” by Amany Sayed

*Experiencing England Part Two* The back cover of my book was completely sogged in dirt, and as it landed facedown, multiple pages had been bled through with mud and rendered unreadable. Nonetheless, I closed it and hugged it to my side, the wetness making it weigh more than usual. Books are expensive, you know. Holden stretched, frowning at the sky. “I don’t know why

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“The Afterlife's Therapist” by Amany Sayed

My guide raises her eyebrows, shrugging. “Can’t help you from here on, mate. Good luck.” She pats me on the shoulder and is off, leaving me standing alone in the hall. I sigh, staring up at the two doors in front of me. Both of them large, oak, and closed. Both of them seemingly the same, but with drastically different things behind them. I shift my weight from foot to foot, the bag on my shoulders growing heavier and heavier. I walk up to the one on the right, hesitantly raising my knuckle to knock. Be...

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“Déjà vu” by Amany Sayed

Yellow light spilled into the room through the white curtains, staining the pillows and bed in a hazy glow. Mona sat on the corner of the bed, a half-filled cup of coffee in her hand and her hair in a messy bun on her head. "It's 7. In the morning. On a Saturday," she said, speaking slowly so her words wouldn't slur together in her sleepy state. A groan emulated from the phone that was face-up on the mattress....

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“Flickering Lights” by Amany Sayed

First Name: AngelinaLast Name: MaySpecialty: Electricity Manipulation--Still untrainedAge: 16Power. It courses through my veins, tickles my skin.My knee bounces up and down of its own accord and I let it, licking my lips. The red hands of the old-fashioned clock in the corner seem to move in slow motion, every second taking an eternity to pass. I tap the flesh of my finger against the chair I’m sitting in, gritting my teeth together. An old woman sitting in ...

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“Home” by Amany Sayed

A clock somewhere in the city struck twelve. Maybe somewhere else, it was morning.Somewhere else wasn’t important though. The books on the shelves shifted, their pages begging to be turned, their covers to be worn and loved. Their ink slowly slipped away, fading every day a little more. No one noticed. No one would notice until it was all gone, leaving behind dusty paper that could crumble in your hands when you touched it.“You can come out.” The librarian was short, somewhere in his twenties. People joked that h...

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“Experiencing England” by Amany Sayed

It all started on a train. It sounds both overly cliche and unique at the same time. Really, it didn’t all start on a train, but if we went back to where it all started, we’d go far too back in time, so the train ride in which I was traveling from Manchester to London seems like as good a place as any to begin the story. There are a few things one notices as an American in England.

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“sea green eyes” by Amany Sayed

He will die, life and light fading from his sea-green eyes as he takes his last breaths. His soft grip on my wrist will grow even softer as he uses his last bits of strength to stay conscious, if only for a couple more seconds. The dagger in my hand will be sticky with his blood, and I will drop it. It won’t make any noise on the soft rug, and for that, I will be grateful. He will lean in and whisper his last wor...

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“read between the lines” by Amany Sayed

I think, maybeYou know where this is goingThough I do wish I could do thisWhen it wasn’t snowingYour hair in your faceThe wind furiously blowingAnd don’t look at me like thatWith tears in your eyesWe already knowThe difficulty of goodbyesMaybe we can just realizeThat it’s justSee you soonAnd who cares if we’ll only be lying Might save some of the tearsThe nonstop cryingDon’t act l...

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“Fox” by Amany Sayed

Perhaps if all life was completely unable to tell a lie, we could learn to live with the truth.Alas, we can all easily mislead others from the truth, therefore leading us to be accustomed to using lies to benefit ourselves, often but not always hurting others on the path. Lies start out simple, and they spiral. If you are not careful, they boomerang back into your face and hurt you. If you are careful, you can end up saving yourself from numerous amounts of troubles. You could lie and say y...

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Author bio

It's safe to say that no matter how much I write, I will never get the hang of writing about myself. I'm a simple girl. I like writing, obviously, and reading. I also love dressing up for no reason and listening to dramatic classical music. Some of my favorite books are Six of Crows, Heartless, and The Cruel Prince trilogy. ✨📚 amany.blog “There was no part of him that was not broken, that had not healed wrong, and there was no part of him that was not stronger for having been broken.” six of crows