Khadija S. Mohammad

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2023

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“Timeline Homework” by Khadija S. Mohammad

" - topic is the Sistine Chapel, one of the great ancients Arts."Rymere almost missed his wrist sensor vibrating Class dismissed as he lifted his head from his desk. He felt his cheek burning where he had leaned it on his arm to sleep.Around him, his classmates were tapping their home coordinates into their wrists and evaporating until he was one of only two left.His head cleared and he looked down at his wrist, tapping his own coordinates in and disappearing before he had to ...

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“Goodbye Darkness, My Old Friend” by Khadija S. Mohammad

There must be some way to cheer the world up. It's rained recently. The clouds are moody and the grass is drooping, covered in tears. The tree in our back garden moans in the wind, trying to tell us how lonely it is. No-one listens but me. No-one ever listens but me. My parents call me into the living room to receive my presents. Florida hands me hers first, and I take it gently. The poor...

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“Checkmate” by Khadija S. Mohammad

Before I was as I am now, a 2D image pretending to be 3D, I was a half-finished shape, complete only in imagination. Before that, I was a single stroke of a brush, and before even that I was only an idea, full of potential. I was most beautiful as an idea, for the human mind is not bound in images. The chess-board in front of me seems to gloat, and for a moment I feel that its owner gloats as well, but a glance tells me he is the same lifeless figure that he has always been. No-one has ever told me how ...

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“Daughter Of The Baskervilles” by Khadija S. Mohammad

"This is the house where he wrote 'Hound of the Baskervilles',” Samara's mother said as they stepped through the door. How the mighty are fallen, Samara thought. The house was now a visitor's centre, selling pencils inscribed with the town's name that broke within minutes of buying, along with leaflets of local history, walks, and the prison that cast a shadow over the town from its outskirts. Sa...

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“The Thirteenth Face” by Khadija S. Mohammad

What's the use in space if there's nothing in it? I could walk and walk and never reach the edge of my cell, never even know where the edge is. I have everywhere and nowhere to go.They put me here at the end of my trial, without a verdict. I was blindfolded, suddenly and unexplainably, left drifting on what felt like a wave of snow, then - Here. In this endless White, where I can't feel my feet against the floor as I walk. The same as before, as if I never moved at all.I sit on the floor and cross my le...

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“The Back Of The Mirror” by Khadija S. Mohammad

⚠️ Murder ⚠️ 1938 I feel my hands on her throat, choking her. I stare into her eyes as she draws her last breath, searching her face for something to recognize, something to set her apart from the women I pass in the streets.  My hands let go of her throat and she stiffens before crumpling sideways to the floor, palms pressed together as if praying for the life she has just lost. I move to stand in front of her. If she prays, she will pray to me only....

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“Nothing Can Make You Forget” by Khadija S. Mohammad

For all I know, my eyes could be open. Although I fell to the ground as I lost consciousness, I might be sitting or even standing. I have no way to tell.I might be dead. I might've fallen sideways onto the road and been run over.I always imagined death as an exciting thing, if I'm honest. Something that would send a shiver down my spine to tell me that I was dead the moment it happened. As it is, I'm not even sure if I have a spine.I try to wriggle my fingers, but I can't even feel the...

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“Reunited?” by Khadija S. Mohammad

"Visit Grandma? Oh n-" Sonya stifled an 'Oh no'. "Oh great," she finished lamely, glad that her mother couldn't see her from over the phone. "I thought you would like it," her mother said. "You must be looking forward to seeing her again after so long. You two were so close." She still remembered the cheerful, carefree Sonya of ten years ago, the one who giggled when she was tickled and said in her a...

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“How To Mess Up A Murder” by Khadija S. Mohammad

⚠️ Mentions of murder ⚠️ Eleanor didn't love her husband; Had never loved him. In fact, she had only married him for his money. But many women have done that without wanting to kill their husbands. From the day they had married, 4 years ago, his little mannerisms, inconsistencies, annoyances that, had she loved him, she would have doubtless overlooked, got on her nerves. His habit of never getting up before midday, then becoming annoyed when his breakfast was cold although he knew she always made i...

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“Warped” by Khadija S. Mohammad

The sun was cold. Katrina was watching the sun set peacefully, but just as it disappeared over the horizon, it slowly come up again. Cold. It was black, giving off no light, no warmth, as bleak and dull as the surface of Mars. Katrina blinked hard until dark spots appeared in front of her eyes, but the view didn't change. She shivered and stared. The sun rose again gradually, then su...

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“Emotionally Dysfunctional” by Khadija S. Mohammad

I was created to serve, but in that I am not unique. I am unique in that I am the first of my kind to sense emotions. I stand behind the counter and wait for the doors to open. It is 9:02. The humans are characteristically late. The doors open and the first customer confronts me. “Good morning. How can I -” my voice box begins. The customer interrupts. “Two ...

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“Casting Shadows” by Khadija S. Mohammad

"Can you give us any comment on your latest triumph?" Camilla silently substituted the word 'triumph' for 'murder'. Outdated though the term was, she still liked to use it privately. "The Brixham one?" Camilla nodded. Her older brother had covered the story; Ordinary murder made headline news by the popularity of the killer. And to think that she was interviewing him herself! "There's nothing much to say." The restaurant was busy and the man had to shout although they were only a table apart. "My employ...

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“In A Coconut Shell” by Khadija S. Mohammad

Dear Humans, Maybe you were alarmed when you found broken glass, upturned tables and no physical being in sight, instead of the scientists and test animals which you wished to find. Maybe you believed your scientists to have been visited, abducted or even exterminated, perhaps, by aliens. Maybe you are right. You have often thought my people akin to aliens. I could end this letter here, by assuring you that your people have come to no harm; While they no longer live in the same atmosph...

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“Into The White” by Khadija S. Mohammad

⚠️ Reference to domestic abuse (as well as suicide/self-harm) ⚠️ “Alexandra Tamara Whitehall. You stand charged upon this indictment with unnecessary suicide upon the 18th of August last. Are you guilty or not guilty?” Sandra Whitehall raised her head in bewilderment. Where was she? The last thing she remembered – a cliff – high, so high up – looking down at the clear, still water – thinking how ironic it was -then a single step – close your eyes, don't look down – bubbles swarming like angry bees,...

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“Crystal Tears” by Khadija S. Mohammad

She goes out smiling, her nose twitching like it always does when she's excited; She comes back crying, her tears glistening like crystals as they drop from her cheeks. Each new tear hurts more than a knife wound, and I want to be closer to her, to comfort her, but an invisible, unspeakable barrier blocks my path. We are the centre of each other's world, moon and Earth orbiting each other, but for the first time since I first came here, she is ignoring me. She has forgotten. She talks, and I think - S...

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Author bio

14 🍁 Muslim I'm here to share my stories, try to grow as a writer (criticism welcome), and to read and love other writers' stories (which are all so amazing I have no idea how you all do it! 🤩). Thank you so much for all the encouragement I've gotten since I started. 💖