Fiza Hasan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Happy Place” by Fiza Hasan

Submitted to Contest #76

“Die train. Die trees. Die sky. Die grass. Die rain. Die camp. We go on a trip.” “Noa, stop, it’s ‘bye’ not ‘die.’” “Dat’s what I’m saying.” “She’s just a kid, Cal. She doesn’t know.” “If I was saying ‘die’ instead of ‘bye’, you’d say I’m being dumb. Isn’t Noa dumb too then? Huh, Ari?” “No, she’s a baby.” “I’m a big kid, Ari. I know verythinks. Die scary mans. Die scary preesons. Die stripe unifoams. Die Ari. Die Cal.” “You’re being silly. Ari and I aren’t going anywhere. Right, Mommy?" “Mama, will we meet again? Mama?”&nb...

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“Cold Hands of Fate” by Fiza Hasan

Submitted to Contest #68

“I’ve never been ice skating.” Saaya fiddles with her fingers. She looks like an angel when her head tilts back and long strands of her hair appear golden under the sun’s gaze. Her hazel eyes are like pools of warm honey, and her skin is a soft shade of brown. “But I’m afraid of getting hurt. It’s this fear of pain that always stops me from doing things.”My fingers clasp around the grey mug, so tightly because this feels like an illusion. The whole apartment feels as if it is from a magazine with its white walls and colourful cushions. Two m...

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“The Man He Was” by Fiza Hasan

Submitted to Contest #67

The shadow struck, morphing into a large, black figure before it dissipated into two people. One of them was alive, while the other collapsed onto the marble tiles below them. A crimson pool formed at their head, surrounding the body—which had landed face-first—like a halo. Raia stifled a gasp, pressing her fist to her mouth as she peeked through the blinds of her window and into her neighbour’s bedroom. Her heart pounded against her chest as the cowardly part of her mind demanded that she return to bed and slip away into a realm of nothing...

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“The Fire Within Her ” by Fiza Hasan

Submitted to Contest #44

Ece moved in time to avoid the dagger, watching as it kissed the wall instead. Her dark eyes snapped toward the entrance of his living room, following Cassiel as he stalked toward her, fingers curling into a fist, then uncurling. The top of his button up shirt was undone, cap of black curls a mess on his head and his lips pressed into a thin line. This wasn’t the Cassiel Blaze she knew. He wasn’t supposed to be tolerant nor did he feign attacks like he had done now. Something had changed and Ece was thrilled—but afraid—she m...

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Author bio

I write because I love playing with words and spinning them into any tale I desire.