Amir Sher

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Eleanor's Heart” by Amir Sher

Submitted to Contest #133

It was a cold and quiet autumn night in southern Ireland. The sky was surprisingly clear, but Colleen’s mind was racing, even faster than the rental Renault Clio she was driving. Just seventy-two hours ago, she was sitting in her dorms in Princeton, New Jersey, not imagining she had a great-uncle or any family for that matter. And now, three days after that weird phone call, she is the sole inheritor of Edward Crofton’s castle and properties in Irland. She had had a chance to see him for barely an hour before he passed away, as if he had bee...

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“The Devil's Birthmark” by Amir Sher

Submitted to Contest #107

The forceful knock on the door woke me up from my daydreams. The business was slow nowadays, to put it mildly. It seems no one needed old-school private detectives anymore, not with those hotshots, young cyberpunks around. They could solve any case by hacking into phones and social media accounts, without ever leaving their stylized modern office, with their twenty-year-old Instagram model secretary and cappuccino machine. Most people don’t realize that nothing beats good old fashion leg work and stakeouts. Do you want to know if your...

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“The Mystery Behind Rail Car 666” by Amir Sher

Submitted to Contest #91

Ms. Edna Porter sat back straight at the librarian desk and gazed at the quiet but rather busy library. Robert 'Robbie' Webb's head popped between rows of shelves from time to time while he was putting books back from the cart. She missed old Edward, who was her assistant for the past 30 years and retired last month. It took Edward a whole day to finish the same chores that Robbie could finish before her second morning tea. But there was pleasant silence surrounding old Edward while young Robbie's overzealous behavior was deafening. Robbie...

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“inv(A)s(I)ion” by Amir Sher

Submitted to Contest #80

Rick was standing in the open kitchen, making a sandwich while watching CNN on the living room big screen. The screen was split into three. The morning show host was on the left part. She was too young and overwhelmed to handle this kind of situation that was bestowed on her instead of delivering a piece about “morning exercises for busy moms.” On the right side of the screen was the CEO of Tyrell Robotics. He looked calmer and more confident than the young host, but his red eyes revealed his lack of sleep. The middle part of the screen disp...

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“The Room” by Amir Sher

Submitted to Contest #75

Jake woke up laying on a cold hard concrete floor. He opened his eyes and looked around, but it was pitch black. He looked up, down and sideways, hoping to catch a glimpse of light, but it was too dark. Dark and dead quiet. He raised and sat on the cold floor, hugging his knees tight and trying to remember where and who he was. He could not recall what he did and where he was before waking up. He held his breath, trying to tune in any sound around him. Suddenly he heard something. It was very quiet, but it sounded like someone or something b...

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“Good News” by Amir Sher

Submitted to Contest #75

Most people don’t know exactly when they will die. They go on living their lives as if it’s gonna last forever, never thinking about the end. My life is ending today, at 12:00 pm, to be exact. Six months ago, Doctor Faux told me I have six months to live. I pulled my smartphone and swiped the months on the calendar app six times. It was 12:26 pm on June 8 when I sat at the doctor’s office and received the bad news, so I added the event “Life is over” at 12:26 on December 8. It didn’t conflict with any other appointment. The doctor who was ...

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“10 Seconds to Touchdown” by Amir Sher

Submitted to Contest #74

What am I doing here? Standing on Detroit Marriott’s rooftop at the RenCen, looking down at Detroit River, holding a gun. It’s a beautiful sunny Saturday morning. The river is calm and flat as a mirror, but it’s very windy and turbulent on the 720ft tall hotel roof. I press the gun to my head and try to pull the trigger one more time. The barrel is still warm, but the hammer is stuck. I drop the old gun and climb to the ledge, leaping over antenna cables. I look down. It would take me about 7 seconds to reach the ground. I always do that - I...

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Author bio

“So, you call yourself a writer?” The man in black asked calmly while tightening the electrodes to Amir’s wrists. “Well…no…yes…sometimes…” Amir shrieked, anticipating another burst of electricity running down his body. “What are these?” The man in black raised his voice and landed a few piece of papers on the blood stained table, in front of Amir. “I write some short stories sometimes,” Amir murmured, struggling to look away from the projector light. “I can’t help it!” The man in black reached for the electric shock device. “It’s time to set a new record,” he said and turned the knob. “No!!!”