Fatima Jawaid

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2021

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Remembrance” by Fatima Jawaid

Submitted to Contest #236

(Note: this story contains strong language, alcohol use, and hints of past violence)The olive was not only a revolting neon green but a wily bastard, Lena thought as she aimed her toothpick. Holding her hand steady, she geared up for her next shot, the olive wobbling slightly in her cocktail glass. As the olive stilled, Lena seized her opportunity and lunged forward. But before the toothpick could make impact, the olive shot further away from her toothpick, taunting her all the while.Of course, not even a simple snack would be easy for her t...

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“Boo Bear's Last Stand” by Fatima Jawaid

Submitted to Contest #128

[CW: Strong language]It was a remarkable set up - no one could argue that. The three-tiered serving tray had been meticulously polished, it’s silver edges glimmered majestically in the light. One could tell that Annabella had taken great care in laying out a floral tablecloth, each edge pulled tight and carefully tucked, not a single crease anywhere to be seen. Perched in front of each plastic chair were dainty floral tea cups that longed for hot liquid to grace their ceramic edges; matching china sat snug next to them. The door to Anna...

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“New Beginnings” by Fatima Jawaid

Submitted to Contest #126

[CW: Substance abuse, mentions of abuse, violence, death]The black splotches were spreading. Neha rotated her hands carefully, watching as the dye tendrils snaked down her wrists. She imagined them like a disease taking over, consuming her, removing what was left of her old self. Until only a shallow shell of her former life remained. And, shells were easily cracked.Neha turned on the shower, cranking the rusty handle as far as it could go. She had a rough go of it recently, she would be the first to admit it. But as Neha’s current tran...

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“Surrender” by Fatima Jawaid

Submitted to Contest #124

[CW: strong language, violence, and death]He looked happy. The worst part was it seemed to be genuine. Not that familiar, fake over-the-top happiness you always saw in Hallmark movies. Not that plaster-on-a-smile, surface level, type happiness. No, the man appeared genuinely happy; even doing something as menial as unloading groceries from the trunk of his car.The very sight of it infuriated Ayla. This man was the cause of her current predicament. You don’t get to blow up my whole existence, and walk away from it happy, she t...

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“Death and a Holiday” by Fatima Jawaid

Submitted to Contest #122

(Content Warning: death, mentions of death, strong language, and dark humor)It went against every fiber of his being (if you could call him a being that is), but GR really liked malls. He liked how wastefully bright the lights were, illuminating even the corners that no one could possibly get to. He liked the edge in people’s voices as they shopped for their holiday gifts, barely holding back the scorn as they addressed their families. He liked the loud, unnecessarily noises from random, inanimate, children’s toys that blared inane instructi...

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“The woman in the red hat” by Fatima Jawaid

Submitted to Contest #121

“Thanks a lot,” I heard the woman say as she piled napkins into her free hand. She sounded like she meant it.Curious to investigate such a blatant display of sincere gratitude, I peered at the woman over the top of my glasses like she was a specimen on display, and I was tasked with dissecting her very being. She wore a red hat and stood so straight that I could see it almost teetering off the top of her head. She was very quick to laugh, countering whatever the man behind the cart said with ease. His eyes twinkled in response. They looked l...

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Author bio

Fatima spends most of her days wandering aimlessly in Portland, Oregon; and trying her best to befriend all the neighborhood cats. She spends her working life at a local public policy non-profit; and is using this platform as a creative outlet for fear that she will one day become the dreaded writer that doesn't write. Feedback fuels me and makes my writing stronger, so all comments and critiques are welcome!