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Mehreen Ahmed

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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Forge

ForgebyMehreen Ahmed Okay, if in the next twenty-four hours, King George didn’t turn up, I was going to paste a poster on every wall for a missing cat. I was certain that someone would know where the cat went. Then, when I looked at the ocean, the big waves somersaulting, I thought who could survive this? What if King George drowned? I felt trepidation. That’s what must have happened; maybe he fell accidentally and the cat died. Why would it go out on a treacherous day like this? There was no sunlight visible all day at all—“Oh! King George,...

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Sponge-grass

Sponge-grass by Mehreen Ahmed I stood on a patch of grass in the wetlands. I called it the sponge grass. If one were to step on it, the sponge-grass patch, typically, sprung up and down under one’s feet movement, not submerge completely. This porous patch of the drenched grass, as resilient as it was held up some promise of stability, but not a whole lot. Standing on it, I also watched birds through handheld binoculars at a distance. Today, I watched something spectacular—the rare ospreys. I almost thought they had disappeared from this...

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The Portrait

Submitted to Contest #85

The Portrait  by Mehreen Ahmed On the crossing of Victoria and Harriet Street, stood a building of a massive block of grey apartments. Up in the front of each flat, balconies jutted out like open matchboxes, creating a blind spot for the incoming traffic. It posed an undeniable threat to the traffic on the road. Notwithstanding, the building had much to offer in the way of charm.  It would have looked quite stark, had it not been for the indoor plants. Some balconies had synthetic black chairs placed around a white table of six. Co...

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The Black Coat

Submitted to Contest #66

The Black CoatbyMehreen AhmedOne black, wintry night, Piccolo -Xavier bumped into someone while crossing the boulevard Peripherique. Once he was across, the person he hit was not visible anymore. It seemed as though, in this Parisian dark alley, this someone simply dissolved into thin air. When he peered further into darkness, his gaze shifted towards a shiny object that appeared on an uneven, asphalt footpath. He picked it up and realised that he held a locket with a broken clasp in his palm. In the insufficient street lamp, he saw that it ...

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Juliet's Song

Submitted to Contest #63

Juliet’s Song by Mehreen Ahmed Juliet worked in a cafe up the road. This morning, on her way to work, she thought, 'by the time I stepped out, the leaves were on fire'. She smiled to herself looking around at the hectic autumnal leaves, but she didn't realise that her pretty smile was something to see first thing in the morning. But she didn’t know that. She worked her shifts around the clock, being nice to the lovers of coffee, serving them, and taking orders. Juliet was stringent with her time, however, occasionally, she would spare a few ...

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The Buraq

Submitted to Contest #62

The Buraq by Mehreen Ahmed In the darkest hour of a summer’s afternoon, the clouds gathered in an elegant mass of deep grey. Mugginess hung thick in the atmosphere. Pushpa Pervez sat curled up on a reclining chair in the far end corner of her balcony. Inhaling a cocktail mix of air made of pungent rain and perfumed gardenias, she looked at a retinue of ants climbing up the balcony wall. She snapped at a minuscule black fly, hovering over her upturned nose; she ruminated, ‘well now, finally some rain, long overdue.’ The horrid black flie...

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