Hadia Abbas

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2019

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Destined for Darkness - A Letter for you” by Hadia Abbas

Submitted to Contest #98

Dear Esser, I watch you. During the night, during the day... during work hours, during leisure time. I watch you all day, every day. It sounds terrifying, right? There's a random stranger lurking about, looking into your life. Staring, never joining. But I'm not a random stranger. I'm not a creep, looking scandalously into people that do not concern me.

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“Dying Breath” by Hadia Abbas

Submitted to Contest #32

Her granddaughter was looking at her with pitying eyes. Aurora hid a smile. "Don't worry, Addie. I'll be perfectly fine."Addison stifled a frown. "But Gram-" Aurora brought up her finger for a flat 'no'. "Go out and enjoy your time with friends. It's my day to have tea with Lorelei."Addie sighed. "Gram, you know she..." She hesitated. Aurora tilted her head slightly, the perfect picture of innocent confusion. "Yes?" Addison sighed. "Nothing Gram. Say... Hi to her for me?" Aurora smile...

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“Perfection Immaterial” by Hadia Abbas

Submitted to Contest #19

There was nothing. Absolutely nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero.Nothing in the whole wide city that was perfect.‘Why?’ Risa wailed silently, letting her hands clench at her sides with a helplessness she seldom felt (and thus now felt a thousandfold). “May I help you, ma’am?” A heavy-set voice asked, and Risa looked up from the slowly blurring floor to see a slender bodied man with black hair raise his eyebrows at her. He was wearing the official uniform for the Udoku Inc. company outlet, and his ha...

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“A Pocketeer's Memory” by Hadia Abbas

Submitted to Contest #18

When I stand in the middle of a crowd, perhaps a busy street on a Monday, with hundreds of rushing locals hurrying for their jobs, from their jobs; students to their schools, from their schools; tourists roaming about with no sense of direction… I feel alive.The people around me do not notice. No, they don’t understand. They don’t feel the tingling sense of ‘being alive’ that floats in the air like dandelion fluff. The erratic emotions of errant humanity that I can taste on the tip of my tongue. The shining colors...

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“From the Outside, Looking In” by Hadia Abbas

Submitted to Contest #17

"Beep. The number you have dialed is not answering. Please try again later."Please try again later.Please try again later.Please try again later.Aria tasted the beginnings of burnt rage on the tip of her tongue. Beginnings and endings and the charred remains of an addictive flavor that was trailing the back of her throat, insistent on-"Aria?"Aria blinked. The taste receded. Her soul was no longer burnt, but in a pool of cool, refreshing water. Aria inhaled deepl...

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Author bio

Writing is my way of controlling whom I become. It is my way of visiting the millions of fictional worlds that reality doesn't touch. It is my way of being free. (It is my kryptonite, and yet my greatest strength.)