Asfa Afzaal

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2023

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6 Stories

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“Still Carrying Those?” by Asfa Afzaal

Her hands were always cold, so he kept a pair of gloves in his pocket—just in case.It had started as a joke. One winter evening, she shivered beside him, hands tucked deep into her sleeves, and when he offered his own gloves, she refused with a laugh. “Then what about your hands?” she had said.He never answered. He simply kept them in his coat, fingers numb, while she blew warm breath into her own cupped palms.The next day, he bought an extra pair. Not for himself. Not because she asked. Just in case.The habit stayed. Through snowfall and co...

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“It’s a song for the dead” by Asfa Afzaal

The Last Song of the HollowI don't know how long I've been... like this. I don't know how long it’s been since the skies turned red and the wind stopped smelling like rain. Time feels thick, a syrup that sticks to my claws and gums and won't wash away. But I remember the music. My kind loved music. We used to fill the forests with howls and whispers, weaving songs into the branches, and into the air. We sang because we had to. Because without it, we would’ve disappeared a long time ago.Now I’m the only one singing.At least, I think I am.Dayl...

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“something Immortal” by Asfa Afzaal

Date unknown. I write not out of clarity, but necessity. A compulsion gnaws at me, one I cannot name, only obey. The sky today is bruised with storm clouds. The air carries the tang of ozone, yet no rain falls. It’s strange how I notice these details; they’re as familiar to me as the lines of my hands, yet they do not comfort me. I walk. Always walk. Endless cities, barren fields, mountains that scrape the belly of the heavens—all pass under my feet. Yet each place feels like a half-forgotten dream, vague and fleeting. I have no ...

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“So that’s how I die” by Asfa Afzaal

The fog felt like a curtain drawn over the world, thick and unyielding. It smothered the Whitechapel streets in ghostly shrouds, muting every sound except for the echo of my own hesitant steps. A dog barked somewhere—ragged and distant, swallowed by the mist. The scent of wet stone, pipe smoke, and stale beer clung to the air. As I walked, a shiver slid down my spine, though it had nothing to do with the cold. I should have turned back. But retreat was impossible. Not tonight. The memories pressed too hard, a suffocating weight I couldn’t be...

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“Don't Tell Anyone” by Asfa Afzaal

“Pst....pst....” I glanced over at the man sitting opposite me with a quizzical expression. The dim lighting and my choice of a secluded corner in the otherwise bustling pub only heightened the mystery surrounding this unknown figure, shrouded in a tattered robe, as he tried to capture my attention. ...

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“The Odd Couple of Armageddon” by Asfa Afzaal

They hated each other. Profoundly, irrevocably, and with a passion that would make a supernova jealous. Dr. Evelyn "Eve" Cartwright, a brilliant but utterly self-absorbed astrophysicist, and Colonel Rex "Rhino" Ramirez, a gruff, old-school military man, were the yin and yang of human incompatibility. Eve, with her penchant for obscure equations and disdain for anything remotely practical, saw Rhino as a Neanderthal with a uniform. Rhino, in turn, viewed Eve as a walking, talking, highly intelligent threat to the sanctity of common sens...

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Author bio

Hey there! I'm a storyteller who loves to weave tales of compassion, friendship, and danger mixed with a little drama, a little bit of sass. i also write interesting article on varying topics from lifestyle to trends etc. https://medium.com/@asfaafzaal