Zahra Monib

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Home 10201” by Zahra Monib

Submitted to Contest #103

The ivory keys of a piano are the farthest they've ever been from each other, strewn across the backroad of June boulevard. Underneath, the cement is cracked and riddled with used needles, potholes, and waste; even the raccoons have decided their looting is better done elsewhere. And despite the name of this street, the neighbourhood holds an inexplicable coldness throughout the seasons as they come and go, leaving the o...

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“Return in the Breeze” by Zahra Monib

Submitted to Contest #101

When I'm watching TV, in the small home we shared, I look at the window to see you standing there. So, I close the blinds, because I'd rather be blind than to see the reflection of the man who died.  I watch and I watch the screen full of colours until I don't know what I'm seeing, then I watch some more. But I never turn it off because the image I'd see, reflected at me, is worse than white noise on the ...

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“The Healer” by Zahra Monib

Submitted to Contest #98

When Lua, the moon, waxes into something full and mighty, the message is clear: The new year has begun and something stirs in the depths of Hoodoo Sea. Under her glowing light, the tides tremble and surge to monstrous heights, scraping the sky to wave hello. And the people of the sea, brave or misfortunate enough to sail across its skin, fight to keep their lives under the watchful gaze of Lua, sitting on her bed of clou...

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“The Colour Red” by Zahra Monib

Submitted to Contest #95

  TW: mention of child abuse The colour red makes me tense. I avoid wearing it and I despise how it's the start of every rainbow. I avoid ladybugs like some avoid spiders. And if a stranger were to greet me with a kind smile and tone so lovely, the gestures would render fruitless if they were wearing the colour red. I don't mean to be this way, really. If I had a choice, I would choose whatever thing made me normal. But instead, I am insane.    You see, only insane people would find themselve...

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If you want to read the stories of an immensely, emotionally unavailable girl, you've come to the right place. No, you can't give me a hug. I'm untouchable and too hot for you.