Ayra Rafiq

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Shot” by Ayra Rafiq

The shutter of her camera clicked ridiculously loudly in the eerily empty streets as she took a picture of the frozen squirrel that scurried quickly away as she straightened up and dusted none existent dirt on her black jeans.A cold gust of wind blew past, ruffling her short auburn hair, and she pulled her long, dark coat around herself and walked along the sidewalk, the tiny heels of he boots clacking along.She walked on beside a park, and derailed from her path to walk through it, towards the woods.The trees swayed with the breeze, and she...

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“The Stars” by Ayra Rafiq

Hey Mom?”I turned to look at my mother, the grass we were laying on in the backyard tickly and uncomfortable but we didnt care.“Yeah Archer?” she replied, without breaking her gaze from the starry night sky.“What do you think is out there? In the universe I mean?”She finally turned to look at me. My Mom’s a beautiful woman, with blue green eyes, raven-black hair, full lips and a acne free face. I grumbled. I never get the good genes in the family.And she looked flawless in her galaxy t-shirt and jeans, all of us wearing a matching one, the s...

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“The Mail that Changed My Life” by Ayra Rafiq

Submitted to Contest #47

"Sonya!!!"11 year old Sonya Grey (A very light sleeper mind you) shot out of bed at the sound of her mother's voice, her short black hair ruffled in every direction, her bright blue eyes aching for sleep. She glanced at her balack alarm clock, which, as if on cue rang, for a 7am alarm. An alarm she didn't set. She clenched her teeth."¡Mamá! ¿Estabas en mi habitación?(Mommy! Were you in my room?!)" she screamed at her mother in Spanish, her family's mother tongueSilence"It's 7 in the morning! On a Saturday! During the summer!!!"Silence"Why ca...

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“It's never the end” by Ayra Rafiq

Submitted to Contest #44

The wind whipped through the air, a lingering chill as its only confirmation of existence. The scent of nature engulfing the inhabitants of the woods.A young woman walked along the cobblestone trail, her scarlet red hair dancing along with the breeze, tangling into an unruly knotted mass, her small and flushed red face set and determined, her back facing a little cottage, her home.She moved quickly and clutched her thin oversized sweater, shaking, moving fast to forget the cold penetrating her jeans. "I should have never have worn this ...

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Author bio

Hello! I'm Amal, a 15 year old who has been writing nearly her whole life and very excited to write stories and read from other people who share this interest! I'm not very confident in writing and really, really, really need your critique. I'm about 50% tomboy, sporty, a bookworm, and look younger than I really am. Uh, I should have pointed it out before I disappeared for months: I go to boarding school, so... I don't have a lot of time here. But I have a lot of stories in mind. XD