Firdaus Raunaq

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

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“the forgotten graves” by Firdaus Raunaq

She sat alone under the wilting tree, its once bright green leaves turning brown and yellow, losing grip on the branches as it made its way down to the supple soil its roots came from. In front of her was a concrete stone, shielding the dead from her sunken, empty eyes. The concrete had a few simple words on it. Sarah Hensen, 1880–1918, was a loving mother and wife. The pitch-black gown tumbled over her bruised, shaking knees as they knocked together. The cold breeze wiped away the last of her tears yet she felt numb on the cold wooden bench...

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“bitter, cold coffee ” by Firdaus Raunaq

Submitted to Contest #223

There was a pounding ache in the back of her head, ringing in her ears, and burning in her eyes. She ran her shaky hands through her messy, short hair and glared at the text book pages in front of her. Frustrated tears blurred her vision as she tried to take notes for her final philosophy paper. No one told her there would be so many essays. No one warned her how hard it would be. After all, she never had anyone; she was always alone. Angrily, she swiped her fingers under her eyes, clearing away the wet drops that were dripping out of her ti...

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“what day is it today?” by Firdaus Raunaq

Submitted to Contest #84

What day is it today? Her eyes opened slowly. Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, Historia sat up and stretched  a little. The clock on her bed side table read 11:04 am  in big red letters, almost mocking her. What day is it today? She looked up at the ceiling. The constellation looking back at her, the glow in the dark stars losing its light in the brightness of her room.  How many days has she stared up at the stars dimmed by the sunlight pouring from her window? How many nights had she watched them glow? Being in a pandemic ...

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“the secrets you kept ” by Firdaus Raunaq

Submitted to Contest #81

3rd person pov-  Elijah sat at his window watching the rain droplets race down the glass. His brown hair was messy and unkempt from constantly running his hands through them. His big green eyes dull and slightly red from crying earlier. He could see Rose sitting on the swing on her porch. He wondered where it all went wrong between them. Just 2 weeks ago they were together, happy and laughing without a care in the world. “What happened to us Rose?” he whispered to nobody in particular.  Tired of being cooped up in her room Rose w...

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Author bio

hi! i love writing romance and a lot of mystery. im doing this for fun tbh :)