S Mehjabeen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Unbroken traditions ” by S Mehjabeen

Submitted to Contest #100

I ran, breathlessly, to take the best seat at the decrepit dinner table before my brother could get to it. “Afshaneh, let the men eat first,” my mother briskly sneered at me, aggressively nodding her head, and I dejectedly made my way into the kitchen. Friday dinners at my uncle’s house was the happening hotspot for heated debates and political discussions. Differing opinions would be thrown from one end of the table to another while simultaneously stuffing a handful of Basmati rice soaked in Korma daal hurryingly in their mouths. But...

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“Baby Blue ” by S Mehjabeen

Submitted to Contest #90

The hustle and bustle of the busy train I sat on from Brighton to London, on my way to the hospital, mimicked my elation and the butterflies I felt inside my belly. It could be from the sheer excitement or from the baby that I was carrying kicking around inside it. I was 25 weeks into my pregnancy. The nursery had been painted with huge clouds from the bottom of the walls to the ceiling. It seemed to be the safest choice. We didn’t know yet if our unborn son would like trucks or animals more. Who was he going to be? A reflection of his fathe...

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“Turn Back Time” by S Mehjabeen

Submitted to Contest #63

A pungent smell with mixed contents of pumpkin spice lattes, freshly baked maple cupcakes, caramel apple and cinnamon brownies wafted in every corner of the cozy little coffee shop. Daniel Schulz’s ‘Turn Back Time’ played softly on the speakers. The melody was deceivingly upbeat and laughs echoed throughout the café but the lyrics were painfully relatable to one customer who sat by the window and listened in silence.Few idle minutes passed then he leisurely got up, dragging his shoes, almost as if against his will, towards the counter.“Welco...

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“Autumn of '81” by S Mehjabeen

Submitted to Contest #63

“By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire”, she began narrating her story to her children. It was her story. Her story from that indelible autumn of ’81 that turned her life around. That autumn when the leaves seemed to be ablaze in wild and bold colors of heroic orange and raging red. The sky was awash in hues of angry autumnal brick shades. The violent gusts of wind seemed seething and she was fuming too. She had had enough.-------She frowned woefully. It shone back at her as the portent sun dove into the faraway horizon and ...

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“And so her dreams took flight” by S Mehjabeen

Submitted to Contest #61

The just-risen rosy sun nestled in the boundless blue sky as the gleam of dawn pierced into her room. Long blonde locks, tall, slender body, a perfect smile and a bright blue cap, that seemed to mirror the intoxicating colour of the sky, donned on top of her coiffed tresses. A striking, fearless blue. She was ready. The sky wasn’t the limit anymore. The sky was the goal.“Good morning, Heff! Pre-boards done?”, she asked the boarding staff with a charming smile as she smartly walked through her favourite haven, the airport, exuding a perfect a...

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Author bio

Passionate and proficient writer with a knack for descriptive story-telling, social commentary pieces, narrative work and lifestyle articles.