Iman Fatima

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“prophecies” by Iman Fatima

Submitted to Contest #103

Candice was crying in the center of a crowd. This crowd had no hustle or bustle as regular crowds did, which anyone would have found odd had they not been accustomed to this place. People were standing, waiting for a loved one or a taxi, or on the phone talking. She did not want to draw attention to herself but she found it hard to hide her state of emotional vulnerability, muffling her sobs by covering her mouth with on...

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“The World's Strangest Waiting Room” by Iman Fatima

Submitted to Contest #49

Elise knew the drill.It all started with the sirens. They shrieked loud and clear from her window. It was almost usually night time when it happened.Her mother rushed to her bedroom and carried her downstairs.They’ll go to the neighbors. But not straight to their drawing-room. No, the drawing-room was for day visits. They’ll go straight downstairs.Deep down in their bunker. Where others were also there. All of the people on the street. And the ground shook and there was a terribly loud deafening sound.<...

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“Catherine Connolly Gets Sick.” by Iman Fatima

Submitted to Contest #48

Copper Cove High School was in mayhem. Nobody knew what to do, or how to do it. The staff had no idea how things had gone that wrong. All the teachers’ timetables were mixed, as it was the beginning of the school term, and the wrong teacher ended up in the wrong classroom at the wrong time. It usually took some time to get out of confusion, and the class to start with the appropriate teacher. The attendance regi...

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“A Young Old Passion” by Iman Fatima

Submitted to Contest #48

Toby and Helene rushed outside their car. Their car was parked in the parking lot of an enormous bookstore. It was the city’s largest bookstore, and was the kids’ favorite, for it housed the largest collection of comic books in the whole state. Their Mum got out of the car as well and took Toby’s hand. Toby was seven, and still young enough to cross the road by himself. His sister Helene, ten, was more trustable i...

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“The Tennis Court Oath” by Iman Fatima

Submitted to Contest #45

Claude Toussaint woke up early in the morning, as he had so much work to do. And when he woke up, so did his family. Because their house consisted solely of one single room, and if one person of the room awoke, the others would surely follow. After all, they were light sleepers.Claude looked at his aging hands in the dimly lit room. Claude’s limbs had aged way faster than him, for they looked too old to be on the body of a thirty-five-year-old man. Hard work had surely done that to them, for the time surely went faster for those pa...

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“GIFTED” by Iman Fatima

Submitted to Contest #44

GIFTEDJust one more day of normalcy, just one more day till being gifted. Just one more day till turning eighteen. I couldn’t believe I was going to get extraordinary abilities, one which normal humans couldn’t think of having.I wonder what gift I would get. It’s all random, our teacher says. But I disagree, thinking of the numerous rich and powerful people getting whatever gift they wanted. It’s all a conspiracy.My mother wakes me up and looks at me with concern.“You’re still thinking of the g...

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“Leonardo and Michelangelo” by Iman Fatima

Submitted to Contest #43

Alvaro Valenzano looked at the blank canvas in his room. Fifteen days till the competition, he thought. The canvas was placed beside an open window, and the Italian sun shone brightly on its white surface. The window opened to a magnificent view of Florence, the city Mark Twain once described as the ‘City of Dreams’. He could clearly see the spectacular skyline, the crimson red rooftops, and the huge dome of Santa Maria del Fiore Cathedral. He had placed his canvas right next to the mesmerizing view, hoping the city’s soul would inspire t...

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“Between Two Worlds” by Iman Fatima

Submitted to Contest #42

I made my way out of the vehicle, towards the open sky. Flying in the air for a long while made my head dizzy and I couldn’t wait to go to my apartment, get a good night’s sleep.I was no stranger to this place. I was born here. But my heart sank a little every time I returned here. This place was called a safe haven, it functioned as an oasis in the middle of a barren wasteland stretching thousands of kilometers. This city was the first of its kind, and still the most populated in the wo...

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“The Legend of The Enchanted Doe” by Iman Fatima

Submitted to Contest #41

King Dyryke was restless. He had tried so hard to get a good night’s sleep, but had failed. He was growing desperate. After all, the fate of the Dakridor Kingdom lied on his decisions. If the explorer was not mistaken, there was still a chance to save Dakridor from eternal tyranny, the annexation by the Lucea Dynasty. King Dyryke had ascended his father’s throne with high expectations. The people of Dakridor saw in the young prince a savior, someone who would rescue them from the never-ending war and threats of takeover by the Lu...

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“My Cat, The Don” by Iman Fatima

Submitted to Contest #41

People always adored my little cat. From the next door neighbor, to my Mom's friend Mrs. Ainsworth and even my dad's grumpy boss Dr. Lancaster, no visitor ever left our house without complimenting the cat. The cat was hugely popular in my class, I sometimes wondered whether I was popular only due to it. With its big, round, sparkling blue eyes and its soft, ginger colored fur, the cat was a winner everywhere. Well, it sure did win the best pet competition we had in our neighborhood. As grandma once said, 'Who, with a human heart, could ev...

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Author bio

Hey there! I am a Pakistani teenager with a passion for writing. I normally write light-hearted children's stories. I spent my childhood waiting for my Hogwarts acceptance letter, or a cupboard that leads to Narnia.