Amany Sayed

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

Stories (52)

52 Stories

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“Glitch” by Amany Sayed

You could only see the blinking red light in Perl’s eyes if you looked at them from just the right angle.Or, if there was a reflective surface somewhere in the room.It’s why she hated mirrors, they always reflected right back at her, her wires tinging with sour jealousy of all her human companions, red light blinking on and off, machinery whirring, and metal limbs twitching.Jealousy.Another emotion she wasn’t supposed to be able to feel, wasn’t supposed to know of.And yet, as she sat on the luxurious lea...

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“Ice Cream With Awkward Sprinkles” by Amany Sayed

Cris had never regretted dying her hair blonde more than the fateful Sunday she decided to go to the beach. Or maybe, she had never been more grateful. Nonetheless, nothing could have prepared her for what would happen on the day she self consciously stepped out of her car, dyed hair in a ponytail and the sun mercilessly beating down on her. Going to the beach alone is not a fun way to spend a Sunday, but sitting home alone is almost worse, so she decided she’d rather at least take the chance o...

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“Maybe” by Amany Sayed

No one really remembered a time when they weren’t together. No one but them.North could remember crying herself to sleep on cold nights, Everest remembered walking with his head down and earbuds in. They remembered the hushed whispers and short notes, ripped pages, and dead flowers. Flushed cheeks and rainy nights, candlelit reading sessions, and cold hands. On the contrary, everyone but them could see when they started to fall apart.When their synchronized steps fell out of beat, when they stopped ho...

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“red lipstick day” by Amany Sayed

Blue eyes, blue as the sea Blue eyes that can’t even see “How’s the sky looking?”Liraz puffed the smoke from her mouth and looked up, taking in the colors and stars.“It’s a good night. Color’s a dark, midnight blue.”“How blue?”“Remember the one blanket we used to have? Same blue, but imagine it speckled with stars.”Her lipstick was dark, dark red, and the cigar in her hand was almost out. She took a breath of night air before taking another inhale of ashes ...

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“Chin Up” by Amany Sayed

“Keep your chin up, Ciara.” Her mother pressed cold fingers at the bottom of her face, forcing it forward. She was angry, not at Ciara, but at the world for making it seem like she had something to hide away from. Something to be ashamed of. “You be ashamed for something you chose to do, you hear? Like those nasty men rotting away in jail cells for their own bad and wrong decisions. The darkness of your skin is ...

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“perfectly imperfect” by Amany Sayed

She wears her cat eye glasses like a crown of intellect, though she knows it’s just an indicator that her eyes are less than average. She will walk with her small pointy nose in the air and show her freckles off for the world to see. Freckles she used to be made fun of for. Freckles that pasty teens wishing to be on the covers of magazines no one reads now draw on themselves with pencils meant for the faces. Not the same as the over-sharpened pencils she draws with. Not the same at all.And though her thin-lipped almost-...

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“A Feeling, Not a Word” by Amany Sayed

All I have to show for my pain is one scar, running from my forehead to the middle of my nose. It’s pure white, as all scars given by wizard magic are. They fight dirty, so that barely anything remains physically, but emotionally… You’d never forget.Indigo’s scars, on the other hand, are a lot more noticeable. They criss-cross his arms like the markings of some sort of treasure. He has a nasty one running along his torso, and then one that used to be really deep on his leg. The scariest one runs right through h...

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“I wish to dance” by Amany Sayed

She wished to dance.But they told her it was improper for a princess.So she had to twirl in the moonlight, dressed in her nightgown. She put on shows for the stars, her feet bare on the wet grass. She danced to no music, only the tune in her head. She left her tiara on her dresser, made sure her parents were fast asleep, and tied her hair with blue ribbon, walking out the door.It was always dark.She never minded.Until the day she fell.She didn’t realize how hard the cobblestone pathway really was ...

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“the letters you didn't read” by Amany Sayed

Dear May, I miss your eyes. They’re brown, a very deep brown. You hated them. But you didn’t see them like I did. Whenever you spoke of your flowers or happy memories, the sparkle of your joy would gleam in your eyes, glistening with hope and meaning. I miss the way you would look at me. Like I was something special. You’re the special one, you always were. As I write this, it’s morning, and the sunlight is pe...

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“Friends With Benefits” by Amany Sayed

“Mom, Dad, trust me just this once, won’t you?” My dad sighs, rubbing his nose and nearly dropping his glasses.I can’t really blame them for being hesitant. I’m reckless.I always find a way to incorporate something dangerous into my everyday activities. Walk to school? Nah. Try out Dad’s prototype jetpack? Sounds more me. Normal teenage girl weekend stuff like shopping or homework? Ugh. Skydiving from a helicopter? Sign. Me. Up.But, I have a reason. I don’t die, no...

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“Stay Home” by Amany Sayed

When I went to sleep last night, it was hot. I mean I felt like I was going to melt hot. A sheen of sweat lined my brow, I was dressed in my shortest shorts, my hair was pulled back, and my blankets were discarded on the floor of my already messy bedroom. When I woke up and felt slightly colder than I had the night before, almost shivering in my outfit, I thought I had a fever. Some sort of heatstroke.

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“break the silence” by Amany Sayed

When everyone’s quiet, when everywhere becomes dark, when the door is locked shut, that’s when you don’t suspect a thing. That’s when you think you’re perfectly, utterly, safe, and you snuggle under your covers like there’s not a problem in the world. That’s why, in those times, when the floors creak and the wind howls, you scoff and think it’s your ‘overactive imagination’ acti...

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“New to Feelings” by Amany Sayed

“It appears you’re catching feelings for him.”“Well, how do I throw them back?”“I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that.”“So I’m stuck like this?”“You say it like it’s a bad thing.”“It is. For me at least.”“Love is beautiful. It’s tingly and warm and-”“Sure love is, but I’m too young to love. This is just like. It’s just a small crush, it’ll be gone in a week, you’ll see.”“Ah, dear, sure.***“It’s raining.”“What a wonderful observation you’ve made. It’s not ...

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“sticky notes” by Amany Sayed

Sticky notes littered his bedroom wall. Yellow, green, blue, and the hot pink that used to be yours. He kept a pen in his pocket, a black ball point, and a notepad in the other one. He forgot a lot of things. Simple things, like what he ate for breakfast, and important things too, like doctor appointments. He remembered the day you two met though. One of the only long-term things he remembere...

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“broken” by Amany Sayed

July 8th, 2016Goals-Get in to college-Go to college-make friends at college-get a side job-buy a car-driveWhere to?---The whole world feels weird and like I don't belong. I'm uncomfortable. Possibly just in my own skin. My whole life I’ve been waiting to do this, and now I’m just waiting more it seems. The wind outside is hot, barely even wind. When I get a car, I want it to be without a r...

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Author bio

You're coming to my bio to see who I am, but in reality, I don't even know. I'm fairly sure I'm human, so there's that. I'm on Reedsy for writing, so I like to write. And then my mind draws a blank. Who am I? I always feel boring. I don't have a talent. I'm average. There's nothing inherently special about me. Nothing sticks out. It sounds sad, but how many of us really have something extremely unique about us? We're all our own person sure, but I'm not one in a million. But you came here for SOMETHING, so here: I'm an ambivert. I like pastels. I like to draw and read. I write poetry. My name translates to wish. I have weird dreams. I like vintage things and sunflowers-I love sunflowers. I'm a Taurus. I think I'm a Hufflepuff. So, no, I don't really know who I am, but maybe now you do.