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Arvin Tavakkoli

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2022

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Winter in Malibu

Arvin Tavakkoli

Submitted to Contest #231

She walks on the cold sand of the Malibu beach in winter. She never gets tired, the soles of her feet press on the cold damp sand and she keeps walking. Later, with the tide, her footprints are washed away. Where are you going? I have never fallen in love, but you have, many times. I don’t know why we are here now, walking up and down the Malibu beach in winter. I don’t really care much for the beach or the palm trees, but you do. “There’s something strange about palm trees,” you used to say, “they are captivating and eccentric.” We ...

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Anama, Anamam!

Arvin Tavakkoli

Submitted to Contest #221

I was car-sick. That's why I asked my dad to stop the car so I could get some fresh air. It was so bad that I had started to hate everything and anything, the smells, the book I was trying to read and myself. I did not know what time it was. The silver and orange colour of the twilight gave news of a drowsy and dreadful dawn. The shadows were deep and menacing. The air was brisk and cold and felt like thin, yet heavy paper on my skin. I walked away from the car, the desert land was inviting. The pebbles crunched under my shoes. The...

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Sonic Boom

Arvin Tavakkoli

Submitted to Contest #183

The first time I saw her was also my last time. It was at a vinyl store, the Sonic Boom, in downtown Toronto by Chinatown. She looked at me, I looked away, she was still looking, and that’s about it. When I entered the store I knew what I was looking for. I came all the way from North York for a white square with a match stick at the centre. When I left the store I had lost something, something I never knew I had before. I arrived at the store, the weather was brisk cold and the warm decoration on the showcase was inviting. Whe...

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How to Brew, Serve and Drink Turkish Coffee

Arvin Tavakkoli

Submitted to Contest #175

Turkish coffee is a relatively easy to make and delicious hot beverage. Making and drinking Turkish coffee allows you to experience a small part of an elusive and exotic culture. You are reading this because you have probably traveled to Turkey and been served Turkish coffee or want to impress your friends with your cultural literacy and coffee making skills. Whatever your reasons, I’m happy that you are reading this article and I’m sure you’ll like it because it has everything you need to know. Turkish coffee is served in many countr...

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Why I hate DeJa vus

Arvin Tavakkoli

Submitted to Contest #173

It’s early Sunday morning and I can see the twilight from the small window of my room. The sky is yellow with red and orange colours at the edge of purple clouds, bleeding. It’s dark, still. I couldn’t sleep last night. I lit a candle, I don’t remember why. Maybe out of boredom or maybe I felt I needed the light. Or, maybe because I was mourning. It burns, slowly, luringly, shadows move against the white wall. The part of the wall where the paint is peeling, the moving shadows get bigger and then fade. It h...

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All the Colours of the Sunset

Arvin Tavakkoli

Submitted to Contest #173

We touched palms and fingertips, her skin was soft, her hand was warm. She told me she was scared, worried, tears dropped down her soft round face; the wet peach fuzz reflected the sunlight. We played as kids, running around the streets; chasing each other up and down the hills. We played until we got too old.She trusted me. Her hands had symmetrical contours, red nail polish. She always had a purple dress on, repaired and worn out in some parts. We often went to the masjed to play by the blue hexagonal howz. Villagers were praying...

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