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Nyla N

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

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A New-Build

Nyla N

Submitted to Contest #84

Darkness settles over the city. The sun has an ego tonight, for the moon tries to come out of hiding, but scarcely more than a sliver is visible. The traffic lights appear frozen as red lights illuminate the sky. Wind howls through the streets, producing a high-pitched whistle. People try walking against the current, but it’s too strong for many try taking shelter in cars. There are a few buildings on the left-hand side of the street; broken down with cloth for windows. On the right side are new-builds, nearly completed. In one such apartmen...

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The Last Entry

Nyla N

Submitted to Contest #83

The waves brush against my sides; pulling and pushing me sideways, forwards, backwards, and under. I feel the strength of the current, hungering for something more. Never being one for open water, I run, the water parting as though it was softened butter. After what feels like an eternity, I emerge. My tiny feet leave light footprints in the gritty sand. My ankles become exposed to the chilly air as I distance myself and the shoreline. Feeling something slimy grazing my feet, I reach down to take it off and my eyes glance downwards by habit,...

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The Letter

Nyla N

Submitted to Contest #79

Disclaimer: This story is inspired by real-life experiences.I feel my jaw crack, pain beyond belief, blood rushing to the surface of my skin; collapsing to the ground, hands throbbing with pain as they catch my fall, tarmac pebbles embedding themselves in me, scratches covering my knees and elbows. “Justice, Justice, Justice” Chanting reverberates between my eardrums, I start to blackout, losing all senses. I remember why I’m here and know that if I could go back, the only thing I would change, is opening that letter sooner…2 months ago...

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M. Reynolds

Nyla N

Submitted to Contest #78

I wake up and look around.“Toast or cereal Margaret?” the lady in ugly blue clothing asks.I try to remember what I prefer, but I can’t remember. My mind is blank. As vacant as a newly built house.“Um, I’m sorry, nice lady but, do you remember what I had for breakfast yesterday?”“Yes Margaret, you had cereal.”“Ok, then I want cereal.”“Alright, Margaret, I’ll be right back.”“Um, I’m sorry Miss, but, who are you?”“I’m your nurse, I help look after you.”“Oh ok, thank you.”“Your welcome, Margaret” ********************************************...

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Butterfly Convention

Nyla N

Submitted to Contest #78

"Your name is Farha this time."Farha nods."You know what to do?""Yes, I'll get started right away."Farha swipes her phone to end the call, fingers easily gliding over the smooth surface.Another day, another name, another identity. If I succeed, the cycle continues...Farha walks into a dingy little motel and requests a room. Before noon, she's set up. Computers line every wall, blue light floods the space, filling every crevice. She spends 20 minutes coding, before opening her phone to call a saved number,"Hi, yes, I just wanted to confirm my...

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What Will They Say?

Nyla N

Submitted to Contest #78

Chris was tall, but not too tall, slender with dark hair, and sharp features. He was a millionaire. Though not like the kind you see on T.V., he was unknown. He had never worked a day in his life, instead inherited everything. Maybe that's why he turned out sick.Not his body, no. He was in seemingly perfect health. It was his mind. The twisted, demented fellow had everything and yet nothing.Maybe it was because he was alone, utterly and truly alone. He had no family, and no friends. Only his pets... if you could call them pets.Chris never le...

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Old Money

Nyla N

Submitted to Contest #77

I turn the rusty, antique knob to the heavy, mahogany door, noticing the intricate engravings. I remember Percy telling me about the door, it was a "gift from an international colleague". Another colleague I’ve never met. Amin told me I was crazy for trusting him. He said “men will be men Amara, he’s cheating on you. You’ve never even visited his workplace.” Amin's a great brother, however at times, he can somewhat overbearing. It's not his fault, he's used to it. Our parents passed away when he was 12 and I was 5. He's raised me ever since....

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