Neomi Shah

“SHE ” by Neomi Shah

She is a kaleidoscope of colours. As the evening sky is covered in all hues of orange and yellow, she stands in front of it, shimmering in the brightest shade. Her red hair is tied back in a braid but a few strands have escaped loose and are dancing around in the wind. All my feelings are woven in a web encircling her like her intricately woven braid. Her skin slopes graciously with honey-like gentleness over her sharp bones. It’s glowing under the sunbeams akin to the seeds at the centre of a sunflower— like she is the centre of my uni...

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“Zoya” by Neomi Shah

Submitted to Contest #92

Trigger warning: suicideThe dark had always been her comfort. Like a warm cocoon, it wrapped itself around her in a soft embrace. The dark protected her, it hid her. The only thing that understood her perfectly and still, it stayed. The darkness did not abandon her. So why did it leave her now? …Thirty years ago, the world was enveloped in a layer of darkness. Shadows and mists swirled in the air, and night became day. There was no trace of the warm sunlight left; it vanished the same moment that darkness descended upon us. Without...

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“Sunshine and Roses ” by Neomi Shah

Submitted to Contest #65

I picked up the hideous pointed hat and attempted to tie it around my head. These hats always gave me trouble in tying them. I looked at my appearance that glanced back at me from the mirror like a disgusting old tree with its branches drooping down- the way my envy-colored hat drooped around my head. Why do they still make these old-fashioned pointy things? Fashion has evolved a great extent in the recent years and maybe it would do the witches some good if they started to adopt that culture. At least then I could be rid of the ugly hats fo...

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“The Beach” by Neomi Shah

Submitted to Contest #47

The beach is your haven. It is your escape. An escape from everything. Life. Problems. People. You. And most importantly—reality. Reality of this boring and monotonous world. The same routine, the same stuff, the same friends, the same family, the same house and the same boring old life devoid of any adventures.The beach is everything that you have always wanted. To live on the beach is like living a dream. It’s the ultimate paradise. When you have walked through every inch of the beach, is when you have lived your life. You have found a sec...

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“Twelve Days” by Neomi Shah

Submitted to Contest #46

Twelve days. It had been twelve days since she had written anything. She brought the mug- with vapors still coming out of the steaming hot coffee- to her lips and inhaled the scent of freshly brewed coffee. The aroma of this beverage was the only thing had could calm her down for the past few days.As she took the first sip of the mind-numbing beverage, the voices in her head shouting ‘WRITE! WRITE! WRITE!’ died down a bit. Their chanting got a little softer and the splitting headache that Alicia had been sporting since the past nine days- ni...

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“Soulmates ” by Neomi Shah

Submitted to Contest #44

Their eyes met across the room. The air between them was heavy with unspoken words. Emma had never been a fan of goodbyes but she knew she had to face this one. The suitcases were packed and gathered in the room. The letter from Yale felt heavier in her bag. There was no turning back now. “So,” said Charlotte, “this is it, huh?”“It is,” Emma replied.These two simple words were not so simple to these girls but held a deeper meaning. It will be these words that they both will keep replaying in their head for endless nights to come. The words t...

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