Khair Harun

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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7 Stories

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“It yawns a thousand teeth” by Khair Harun

Submitted to Contest #94

Year 2158Salih checks the Oximeter level on his right arm. Red dot is blinking alarmingly.He tries to breathe normally. But, it's difficult. It's like trying to take a quick breath before being thrown into a deep water when you're still a child.The night fog thickens before him. Leaning back against a gravel, he measures the weight of his plasma gun in both hands. He wishes for a nice bed to rest. How long has it been? he thought. 14 hours?He has a narrow escape from one of the Nameks awhile back. His spacesuit has withstood the alien's lava...

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“Tim's friend” by Khair Harun

Submitted to Contest #93

Tim was excited to find out that his family was planning a trip to the annual festival in town. He had been there last year. It was great. He had enjoyed all sorts of fun activities in the carnival - music, great food, fizzy drinks, and even cheap comics. Although he found the carnival was great, he was never a great fan of the horror house. There was this camp in the middle of the carnival. The entrance to the camp was frightening. It was the mouth of a dead bear, lolling its black tongue out with its empty sockets seemingly pulling people ...

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“Happy birthday dad” by Khair Harun

Submitted to Contest #93

Demon Follower I'm always afraid to go outside. Not that I love staying inside. I do enjoy the scenery; the green landscape; the fresh mildew at dawn; the singing birds up somewhere in the eve of the roof...The natural order of the living things most of the time fascinates the observer. And I am among the ones who like to observe things in their natural settings. "You're weird. Go away. Demon follower. " That was my classmate back when I was in lower secondary school where things were young and innocent, where everyone was rebellious and na...

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“Let Mama marry again” by Khair Harun

Submitted to Contest #93

Fakhrul leaned forward, balanced his stomach on the flatness of the chair and tried his best to scoop the last oily plastic wrap underneath the table. He puffed out some air and looked across the empty room. Finally. I can relax now. He wanted to sit down and rest. It's been a tiring week: preparing for a wedding ceremony, taxing himself to do the things he hate the most and allowing himself to accept the fact that his mother married again. Fakhrul stood up and turned around at the empty room and something sad dawned on him as he looked at ...

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“People Disappear” by Khair Harun

Submitted to Contest #68

Milo heard about the ATM in the suburban area of Muara Town, a rundown dockyard that harbored around three to four fleets monthly. Various news outlet has reported about government’s plan to transform the old town into Singaporean-like busy shipping industry. Because of the sudden drop in the oil prices, the country’s main revenue, the commercial buildings around the town were stranded with tenants losing their businesses that pushed them to rent elsewhere. Only one particular building has survived the onslaught of the plummeting oil prices....

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“Secret Lies” by Khair Harun

Submitted to Contest #68

Amin was a man in his early 30s who could not seem to make up his mind on what he wanted to do in life. He wanted to become an architect. Instead of taking the final exam in his professional practice, he ditched it for a reason which brought much despair to his late father. He was interested to open a fashion shop, specializing in woman’s dresses and scarf. That didn’t go as plan because the dressmaker he hired from Calcutta ran off with his savings of $4,000. He decided to work as a draftsman in an architecture firm, but he was given an adm...

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“Meet in the middle” by Khair Harun

Submitted to Contest #68

Asia gets up with a groan. His back feels the numb from sleep he isn’t supposed to get. But he did it anyway. He pulls his hand to his face, rubs the sand off his wrist. A slight curl, a feeling of defeat, slowly coils at the corner of his lip.Yeah. Watches. You wish you still have one. The salty air lingers around him. He throws his eyes around, examining the darkened interior. At the corner lurk stacks of dust-colored laptops and tangled wires. From where he is sitting, the wrecked technologies are like dismembered corpses. He removes his ...

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Author bio

A Bruneian who wishes HP Lovecraft is still alive and Stephen King is his neighbor.