Zainab M. M.

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“The Green Eyes” by Zainab M. M.

Submitted to Contest #51

"You will be my new best friend forever, " Anshu said to the ethereal being smiling down at him from the jasmine tree. Her flowing red locks were entwined with the leaves and petals around her, in stark contrast with her vivid green eyes. She was wearing a floaty blue thing, and when she spoke her pale pink lips parted ever so slightly. "Of course I will be Anshu. That is what I am here for." Anshu was pleased. It had only been a week since they had moved to the huge new house, but he already hated it. Not because of its remote location,...

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“Truth or Lie?” by Zainab M. M.

Submitted to Contest #49

"You're joking," Breanna said, blushing under the piercing gaze of the man sitting across from her. She put down the cup of cheap, mildly hot latte on the dirty linoleum table in front of her, at exactly the same spot marked by the coffee ring. She had never been as mindful of this obsessive-compulsive side of her as she was now, trying to meet his grey-gold stare with nonchalance and disguised confidence. The disconnected voice of the train announcements and the whirring of the coffee machine melted in her consciousness as she tried to focu...

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“Magic and manic” by Zainab M. M.

Submitted to Contest #46

"WHY DID YOU KILL ME?!" Dumbledore asked. He was in one of his moods and not to be messed with. Rowling stared and stared hard, at the life-size replicas of the characters from the poster that adorned her writing desk. It stood by the corner window, directly above her head, a hand-drawn gift from a lover of the magical world she had created. For the past few weeks, she had been working incessantly at the putting the final touches to her latest draft "Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince", so much so that she had almost lost touch with real...

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“Hindsight's 20/20” by Zainab M. M.

Submitted to Contest #45

January 9, 2020No. 5 Hospital, WuhanIt was very clear that he was dying. The doctors and nurses around him had tried everything they could. His face was hardly visible under the tubes and mask that covered his mouth, struggling to make sense of the world. He tried to remember how it had all gone wrong, but old age had a curious way of affecting people's memories. He tried to cling to the last thing he remembered, the one memory of his sweet grandson Li Wei, standing with him under the mellow sun, staring with wide-eyed curiosity."Yéyé, is th...

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Author bio

Hello, I am a part-time freelance fiction writer and a full-time mom. I love to write, read and travel (mostly in my head).