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Hana Alradai

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

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Wonderland

Hana Alradai

Submitted to Contest #81

Velvet waxy stick draw a line on her lower lip shape, changing its direction to upper lip it draw two velvet arches to assemble the shape of upper lip. With care and love, her finger spread color, she squeezed her lip then took a tissue placed it between her lip and pressed against it, the tissue printed with the unwanted velvet color from her lip. She waved her chocolate hair and stared at the mirror. She left her chin and kept going deeper and deeper into her sliver left eye. Amanda was not ordinary that for sure. Everything in hers was n...

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Fallen down

Hana Alradai

Submitted to Contest #80

I never forget that day. In the news, the red line with "breaking news" written on it. "WWIII official", I bet someone had expected that to happen. The rich countries were depending on making wars in the poor regions, pretended to help them in their solutions to the problems, just to make those countries hopeless, and in depended. One doesn't need to take a country by force and make colonies, this just brings the worse and nobody would fall into that kind of violence. Instead, they made a group or organization from the people itself ...

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Airplanes

Hana Alradai

Submitted to Contest #80

The white fluffy clouds swim in the sky, changing their shapes whenever they moved. Like the salami toy, Taro had at home. Taro the seven years old boy was heading home after a long rough school day when his tiny chocolate eyes caught the orange sky and the diving clouds. Taro followed the clouds movement, titled his head when its shape changed, maybe an elephant or whale. His tiny imagination mixed all the colors, shapes, animals and everything he knows to give him a hint on the cloud puzzle. "Airplane" he yelled and pointed at one giant ...

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First Snow

Hana Alradai

Submitted to Contest #72

The winter came here. Dean looked outside of his big apartment in New York City. He stared at the first snow coming down from the sky to greet him before it landed to the cold asphalt ground. So cold but sweet to look and pleasant to heart. He looked up to the grey sky and sighted. Again, this year he would spend his time alone. His father died two years ago, the last person in his family. After his mother threw him in front of his father's apartment door 25 years ago, his father took good care of him. He was his hero. His father never mar...

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Cookie masters

Hana Alradai

"Coming through" She shouted and passed the crowded fish market. Her steps were racing the wind, her golden hair was flying with the wind and her green eyes were focused in one direction. When she approached to the M-shaped roof house, she jumped over the white fence, dodged the pissed off Chi Hua Hua dog and she pushed the front door. "Carrie it is finally here!" she shouted once she stepped to the hall. "Good morning Annie, You are full of energy as always," said a man who was wearing his coat. "Moring Mr. Haven" Annie g...

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Sasha

Hana Alradai

Submitted to Contest #70

Light scattered. It calls for us. Sound of sadness. Vanished in that place" He put his pencil down and closed his eyes tightly. The words stormed inside of his head "Use me! Use me" that sounds of the flying words. How could one write a song with so many words? Emotions cried out "what about me?" Yes, emotions are critical for writing great songs. Song without real and sincere emotions is just a lie, a fraud. Songs should be left in deep core, making the heart, mind; bone and even gut go crazy. Jay hit his forehead on the table and a deep "A...

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Lack of passion

Hana Alradai

Submitted to Contest #68

"It is beautiful," said Evenin. We were watching the raise of first rays of the sun from behind Cold Mountain. That day was my first step I took to discover my interest and the last day to be with Evenin. Evenin Hutton was the first woman my heart bounced to her. Love or just affection, I don't know. Don't ask me, please. I'm not interested in these emotional terms. My mother always told me I was a hopeless child. "Lack of passion" she motioned every time she forced me to do something and I just blow it in less than day. Th...

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StarTear

Hana Alradai

Submitted to Contest #67

The sea was quite. Last night bad-tempered storm was like a lie. A sheet of cloth that has a red whale was hovering in the blue sky. Black leather boots stabbed the fence of the ship. Arms stretched and the eye sneaked to the hole of golden telescope. On the other side of the telescope, the shell shaped island was visible. It is a beautiful. Green and violet color mixed to form a unique scene of nature, the smell of perfumed Lavender, the murmur of grass and trees. "At last, we are here boys." Eyes glowed with fire stared at the peaceful isl...

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Crochet happiness

Hana Alradai

Submitted to Contest #66

Everybody laughed. "You want to do what?" Logan the square face boy, like SpongeBob face pointed his finger to her. "What era you think you live in? Granny!" Logan's evil right hand friend Steve made a posture of an old woman with a stick. Melisa lowered her gaze and gathered her hands on her lap. Knuckles white, face red and legs tensed. "You poor thing. Did we hurt your feelings?" Logan glared at her. They were five and she was just an outsider. Kelly her friend or not, invited her to a study session. Mathematic...

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Find a friend

Hana Alradai

Submitted to Contest #65

SOMEWHERE IN LONDON Click…click… The pressing sound of analog controller bottoms of Xbox game device filled space of Alan's small room. Graphic images and characters are moving when Alan presses the control bottom. Today is Halloween, so the 12 year old Alan, chooses to play the zombie game. He doesn't care for the type of the games he is playing. Sometimes he plays football, or action game, war games or street fighting games, basically if it doesn't including playing with real people he is ok. The time sense in Alan's bod...

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Used to it

Hana Alradai

Submitted to Contest #62

A thick red liquid roll down to Evan's right cheek. He wiped it with his hand covered with bruises, and rub it between his fingers. The room was filled with his mother's chaotic and worried steps. Her breath was going off and on like nylon light that hangs on the kitchen ceiling. "What a poor child"she cried. His eyes were watching her as she displeased to the living room with the same worried steps. When she came back, she was carrying that box which he used to see in theses kind of situations. The box with the red cross. His mother Samanth...

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