Ismail El Ouazzani

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2021

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“Years Of Wistful Thinking” by Ismail El Ouazzani

The weather is cold. A thin cloud lines the sky at the distance, ambling slowly from the sun. I’ve been looking at it for a while now. The world is so peaceful when nobody is around.  Fatima just left some minutes ago. She doesn’t like me smoking when she’s around, and so I don’t really like having her around when things seem to take on a symphonic distribution upon the landscape.  The trees bordering the r...

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“The Passionate Singing Of Sorrow ” by Ismail El Ouazzani

It was always the same. Everyday, for the last ten years he could not stop his daily ritual. He stood on his balcony and captured his world in a flicker of light. One snap, and a second of the world became immortalized, an image for the ages.When at night he gazed over the city that twinkled with scattered lights, he breathed the fresh air into his lungs , and felt it rubbing his skin under the languid gentleness of the veiled sky. His warm breath swarming out of his lazy mouth, and flying with the smell of cigarettes to...

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“The Life Of Kyle Johnson” by Ismail El Ouazzani

The remembrance of the days when I still was using, still passes upon me with a flame of excruciating regret. Yesterday I saw a boy, in his eyes I found the resemblance to my young self he bears upon his features, and for a second I was lost in the stream of memories his face had blown in me. It's been weeks since I had someone home. I lived alone for the better part of twenty years. Sometimes when I sit in front of the TV, it would to me the memories of my childhood home, and the sounds of that time woul...

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“Cloaked Heart” by Ismail El Ouazzani

Between the horns of the still lifeless head, the forest laid beautifully in its shades of green and tinted by the mingled flowers' coloures. My hands against the lungs of the creature ceased to move up and down as he reached the stillness of death. My soul that almost escaped my body in horror, grabbed pride and waved it at the face of the faceless crowd. It was my first trial alone.I grabbed the stubborn head to where I camped, under the shadow of a thickly built Sycamore tree, surrounded by ...

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