Nahyan Ameen

“The Red Room” by Nahyan Ameen

“With the lights out, it’s less dangerous”-Nirvana, Smells Like Teen Spirit”I have a confession to make. I went on the dark web and weird things started happening. I feel like what I did was the equivalent of opening Pandora’s box, or for me the apocalypse before Satan’s army came to take over the world. Just because I die doesn’t mean it’s the apocalypse or anything. I thought it better not to consider these kinds of things. My advice for the 21st century, one that I believe is a religious one, one would be wise to stay away from such tempt...

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“The Destiny of a Hopeless Romantic” by Nahyan Ameen

Submitted to Contest #56

Being accustomed to the role as the proverbial third wheel, if you will, there was something believed to be effeminate about me. A completely asexual friend who girls could drink vodka with while speaking openly about menstral cycles without feeling uncomfortable about it as if I was one of the girls myself, or not even there present. It made me wonder if I was actually invisible or what I don’t know. I felt like I was watching a movie or TV serial from my couch, a passive spectator. I learnt  how to drink by keeping pace with girls - a...

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“The Diary of a Mad Man” by Nahyan Ameen

Submitted to Contest #54

During my stay over an uneventful new years in the mental institution, I was called to the office for a treat. Being carefully ushered in front of an uninconspicuous camera, a pleasant nurse handed me a ziplock full of kit kats and cookies that would go well with tea. I suspected that someone from my family was spying, but that was unlikely because my mother was meant to be in a country far away. Someone from my family must have been at the facility, but we were not allowed to have a meeting. I lustfully looked at a pile of release forms, wh...

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“Heat Waves” by Nahyan Ameen

The hot burning sun shone deceptively through a thick, gnarling veil created by dark ominous looking clouds overhead without exposing a hint of blue from the sky. The people of the village found respite from the torrential rain offering relief for the students and revelers to mollify the effects of the dizzying heat and humidity on the school playground.At Ideal School and College, there was a hubbub taking place during the morning tiffin break as the kids swarmed around a new student who had moved from the capital Dhaka, offering novel ente...

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“Boy Meets Girl” by Nahyan Ameen

Submitted to Contest #52

Biplop started the new year at Oxford International School in Dhaka with high hopes. It was a massively important year as it was finally when they would take their GCSE exams. All the previous years of hard work were all in preparation for this. He sat in his usual seat on the second bench, next to his friend Mokless, the same seat he sat in for the last two days since the term began. After the teacher began the day's math lesson, time froze as soon as a dark, beautiful girl stood at the door as the classroom descended into watchful silence...

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“Trojan Horses” by Nahyan Ameen

Submitted to Contest #51

Motherhood is the strangest thing, it can be like being one's own Trojan horse. -Rebecca West.Like all stories worth mentioning, this one is about a girl. Asha was beautiful, no matter how you looked at it. She was widely desired amongst men and boys in many different social circles. Her breasts were voluptuous, her hips wide. Anyone could tell she was sexually active. These were the kinds of circles were ones where everyone knew each other more intimately than outsiders could ever suspect. You could even say incestous circles. Eve...

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“The Stoned Angel” by Nahyan Ameen

Submitted to Contest #51

In what was clearly the last legs of winter, the street outside the University of Winnipeg was buzzing as the flurries of frost were slowly petering out. The days finally started to become longer with the sun not setting until way past 6:00pm. It was amazing to see the alacrity at which fresh snow was shoveled away while it was still soft, neatly to the sides of the pavements by the city. The warmth inside the stately Gothic buildings that belonged to the collegiate provided momentary relief from the bitter cold during my lectures, but I wan...

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