S. Asad

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“Glow in the dark feelings” by S. Asad

Submitted to Contest #97

Only one thing was in my mind today, I will be with James the whole night. Ok not the whole night night but the night until my mom realises that I am not at home. What is the worst that can happen. I will be dead? Cool. Our maid is sick, literally the worst thing that can happen to anyone. If you are ill, that is totally fine because it will take a day or two, or maybe a whole week, to be fine and healthy again but maids are a thing. It annoys me because mom have been calling her since Thursday and today is Wednesday, It is about to be a w...

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“Emerald beauty” by S. Asad

Submitted to Contest #96

The icy breeze flowed with the hints of sharp icicles in it. Lydia tightly clutched the documents, which Professor Millar handed to her in school. The dark branches eyeballed Lydia, Nora and Levi out of curiosity. Lydia knew that Nora and Levi would be as perplexed as she was to find out the peculiar location of the upcoming school event. All of them exchanged confused glances as at night the place didn't look any less than a mysterious piece of art.The basil-coloured colossal trees surrounded them, like parents surrounding their kids in unk...

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“When you are High” by S. Asad

Submitted to Contest #93

I felt lonely even in the crowded streets and roads of Polterdam. The water near the high, well-made buildings, streamed in light whirls making low gentle throaty sounds. The ebony dwellings were irradiated by the daffodil coloured ancient lanterns which hung, emitting clarity and ecstasy. The air gusted with the smell of the nearby houses as I smelled the appetizing aroma of mouth watering food since many families were gathered today with their loved ones. Today was the day we call, "The Day To Gather" on the grounds of which people from...

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“Inside the Grave Bookshelves” by S. Asad

Submitted to Contest #91

As I locked my locker, a warm hand held my arm. I wriggled to recognize Wyatt standing there. His posture leaned, his head tilted, his lips curved. "Now, what is it?" I asked out of desperation and exhaustion. Trying not to forget the fact that in the last period, of Gym Class, Sir Charles made me run extra miles for showing up in the class twenty minutes late, it had been a fatiguing day."Aye buddy, you remember the book, "A Game of Thrones" is launching tomorrow in the School library." And his words illuminated a bright bulb in the brain. ...

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“Dark and Opaque” by S. Asad

Submitted to Contest #89

"Its okay, it's okay, the house is locked, it's okay." I have been repeating this thing since a small truck arrived near the daisy pavement of our house.The sky was black or I think black is an understatement for the never-ending charcoal space above me, where the darkness is opaque and nothing except it. Nothing to see or to hear just silence and its darkness. I felt overwhelmed by the sky and the words I have been speaking are making me thirsty, I guess, so I stopped it.From my first glance of that broke down vehicle, I knew something was ...

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“The Kingdom of Golden Needs” by S. Asad

Submitted to Contest #88

"Princess Avery, your finery is freshly made, your golden earrings on your dressing table, and your other essentials are kept on your bed." The retainer spoke, solemnly. "Your Mother expects you to be in Gleam before 21 00."I showed warmth towards the very "freshly made" wine-coloured, silk gown with a skinny waist. I was sure it was longer than my height but I still clothed myself with it on the insist of the retainer, after he left.The scarlet sandals managed the length of the dress and this outfit became one of my favorites as the light r...

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“The Rare personalities ” by S. Asad

Submitted to Contest #57

I ducked down to grab my pen, which I dropped while thinking so hard. It kind of scratched my brain, and left it rough, that I am officially ordered to write something for the people.Most of the people from the population of Andtius already knew what will be the upshots of enforcing the students together with the amalgamation of different aged groups, to join the library, étude de livre, when they didn't want to go.I highly disgusted the idea of letting our country, be the competent one in front of the world but who cares about my thoughts? ...

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“Leave or meet at 18” by S. Asad

Submitted to Contest #57

I could see her. Her posture, all tall from me and addition to it she was skinny, and slim. Her hair were thicker and longer from yesterday and her foot was too near to the deep lake I have been seeing since my birth. I could clearly see her. She was laughing, her straight big teeth were shown and she was insecure. She let the air brush her bare arms while she waved to me. Her silk red hair band shone on the behalf of sun which she tied on her head, parting her hair both ways. I could see her standing. I took step forward and realize how sma...

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“Concluded isolation.” by S. Asad

Submitted to Contest #54

The sun was obscured behind the myriad of delicate and mushy clouds and it appeared as though this day is also going to be like all other freezing days I spent in december. I squeezed my mug of torrid scorching coffee, securely enough to compress all its heat inside me. I blew once and sipped my coffee only to burn my tongue. Before getting up to make my coffee, I had plugged in my phone because it was only 5% and luckily I got pitiful about it and evacuated my room to make coffee downstairs.  Drinking coffee and using instagram are lat...

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“Goddess of sea” by S. Asad

Submitted to Contest #53

I only have one hour.Only 60 minutes to be outside.Way too sweet more than it had to be, my popsicle. The pink color added the sweetness to the popsicle I made last night.My expectations were to find some human company and yet no human company and after at least more than one year of being alone, one dark year of anxiety, one shady year of losing my loved ones, I forgot to meet any human until last night.Last night I imagined to find what I saw in the starting of last year. So many business men off to their business and their wives at home c...

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Somewhere between the shortage of words, And appealing ideas, Existed my short stories.