Yusuf Ahmed

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (10)

10 Stories

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“Ultimatum” by Yusuf Ahmed

Submitted to Contest #67

I was going to eat my ice cream from the top of the climbing frame, watching everyone else from above – my sense of luxury at six years old. My skin was simmering slightly in the warm embrace of the Sun and the weather made the cold ice cream even more irresistible. I couldn’t wait to taste the cold melting drops which dripped down the cone. I longed to taste the vanilla which was strong enough to leave a taste in your mouth but subtle enough to leave you wanting more after each bite. I didn’t make it to the climbing frame: I was running t...

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“Flight” by Yusuf Ahmed

Submitted to Contest #63

How does it feel to fly? I would ask a bird if I could; how perfectly evolved for the sky. I bet it would feel so good. How must it feel and what must it think? As it soars higher and higher, does everything else shrink? To be king of the clouds, I would die for the dream. I bet it is as glorious as it seems. My head hurts and my eyes felt heavy. I can’t see anything, nor can I feel; I’m trapped in a senseless void with nothing but my thoughts. Isolated with no chance of escape – where am I? My splitting headache slowly begins to subs...

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“Hush Lil Birdie” by Yusuf Ahmed

Submitted to Contest #62

The Sun was low in the air basking the park in a golden glow; the pond shone like honey and trees began to look like dark silhouettes with an orange backdrop. A footpath surrounded the honey pond with benches at regular intervals. Moa sat cross-legged in the corner of a bench with a hardback book open in one hand and a tuna sandwich in the other. She turned her full attention to the sandwich, placing her open book on the bench, its white pages like oil in the setting Sunlight. The clouds were decorated with different autumnal hues and the fi...

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“Deodourant” by Yusuf Ahmed

Submitted to Contest #61

It's all in your head – that’s what they always said to her when she overthought and stressed. They’re half-right: Esther’s truth was that reality is all in our heads; in any environment a plethora of simultaneous sensations are picked up by her eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and skin which then input into her mind. The output is a projection generated as her brain dances with activity to maintain and update the image in real-time. She liked riddles and absurd questions, and one of them would find itself revisiting her head. If a tree were to f...

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“It never rains but it pours” by Yusuf Ahmed

Submitted to Contest #60

The white walls contrasted the mahogany flooring and table-tops. The room functioned as a kitchen and a dining room and felt too big for just three people, as if they were incomplete as a trio. Two islands existed in the room, one near the oven, which had drawers filled with chopping boards and cutlery. The other was a painted-over wooden-table; this table was square-topped and had four chairs, one at each side, with four white plates and sets of mahogany-handled silver cutlery. On the wall closest to the table hung a flat-screen TV showing ...

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“Up in the air” by Yusuf Ahmed

Submitted to Contest #59

A gentle, humming breeze greets the freshly cut grass the way a shy puppy prudently approaches the hand of a friendly stranger. Yellow and green leaves, from trees and bushes alike, sway and dance slowly, some reflecting the sunlight as if they were made from silver. Strangers superficially acknowledge each other as their dogs become well acquainted through contests of barking or growling Mexican stand-offs awaiting to see who pounces first. One man walks his Siberian Husky, a wolf-like dog with snow white fur lined down the back with char...

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“Equal and Opposite Reaction” by Yusuf Ahmed

Submitted to Contest #58

PRE-LETTER NOTICE: Hello, my name is UrnOx and I am TripOx’s Sharer. I notice that his Earth knowledge is slightly rusty so here is a key to help you with any possible problems. Blah coal = Black Hole; Pigments = Paintings; Vessel = Space station; Tribe/Clan = People; Moth = Month; Root = World; Think outside the locks = Think outside the box; Televisions = Programmes/TV Series; Intelligence-Academy = School; Potato waffling = Waffling/Rambling. Dear Humanity; It is imperative that you help us as we need your support so we can continue t...

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“In Retrospect” by Yusuf Ahmed

Submitted to Contest #57

Thoughts in retro I Hey there honeybee, how do you think the future will be? That’s the question she would always ask me. No more war and no more pain, That’s how I’d answer, always the same. Then she would smile and reply “Me too dear”; Oh mother, I wonder how You would feel if You were here… The Journey I watched as he walked away, unable to follow. The glass column slowly began to descend until it surrounded me, trapping me so I could not change my mind and leave. I would no longer be able to step out into my world again. The thought ...

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“Clouds of Anger” by Yusuf Ahmed

Submitted to Contest #56

The harsh rain attacked the pavements, roads, and cars creating a chorus of crashing. The cacophony of each raindrop smashing all blended into one sound, a sound not unlike metal scraping against concrete. The rain made a unique sound on each surface; concrete formed a hollow tapping sound, tarmac a duller thud, and the cars gave a metallic thud. Ajal was approaching the motorway, on his way home from work. The torrential downpour threatened the metal of his grey hybrid. He cursed at the top of his lungs, today was not his day. His projec...

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“The Fool's Mate” by Yusuf Ahmed

Submitted to Contest #55

The Fool’s Mate Can you keep a secret? I’m not meant to be here. Officially I’m on holiday but I’m actually living here. What is the first thing you do on holiday? Relax at a hotel? Find something to eat? I had a panic attack. I broke so many rules when I refused to go back home, but life there was getting complicated. This was a new start: chapter one, page one. I just need to be careful. I have to be very cautious when I speak; one wrong word at the wrong time to the wrong person and I could do some serious damage. I stare at the Sun...

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Just for fun; Please enjoy and be critical, it's the only way I'll improve :) I love to come up with ideas, but turning them into ink on a page is more difficult, so here is where I shall try ;)