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Weekly Contest #338
He received another rejection email from another job. But this email had an unprecedented effect. Halfway through reading, the young man began to feel his brain pulsating against his skull. The pain in his temples quickly blurred his vision. Seconds later, the headache subsided. He rushed over to the bedside table, grabbed the pack of Marlboro Reds, and flung open the kitchenette window where he lit his cigarette. The homeless were camped out by the bridge with the cold breeze carrying the stench of their tents to the young man’s nostrils. T...
Weekly Contest #317
I can’t breathe. The tears keep strangling me. I keep asking myself why this is so painful. It’s tickling my brain. But, I can’t help it. Magdy’s large hand on my shoulder is my only solace. But I can sense he doesn’t understand. “Enough, Ahmed!” he pleads. “What the hell happened for you to do this to yourself?!” I try to answer, but it’s difficult to speak in between sporadic gasps. Magdy grabs the tissues off the bedside table and hands me two. I press the tissues against my nose and blow. The interruption of blowing helps my breathing ...
Weekly Contest #282
I can’t believe I’m standing here. I can’t believe I made it to the final stage. When I registered to take the exam, I didn’t think I stood a chance. Granted, I’m a good student, good with languages, good at the sciences. But, so were all the other students at the exam. Now I’m here in front of this private school, one of the top private schools in the region, only one day away from being offered a full scholarship to complete my last two years of school here. Then, who knows what this may bring me, my family. This could set us up for l...
Weekly Contest #233
I killed someone today. I cannot recall ever shooting someone with intention to kill. It must have been the last war, but my memory of those days has been blurry. I am certain of having fired quite a few shots since; some bullets, such as those of my neighbor’s wedding, carried a joy that flew up into the clouds alongside a swarm of accompanying bullets, elevated evermore by the force of our dances, chants, and drummed melodies. Other bullets were pushed forward by my fear, but with the intention to instill that same fear in the enemy. Not t...
Weekly Contest #202
A young man from an esoteric land is approached by a visiting foreigner of unparalleled beauty. Though from abroad, her features are deceivingly familiar. Yes, quite familiar…except for the eyes. It is not their appearance or color for they are likewise round and brown. Instead, it is their vision, which revolutionizes his own. After answering a few of her questions and exchanging a sufficiently large sum of words to justify a more laborious request, the man is asked to escort her across town. He feeds her impressively well-nourished mi...
Weekly Contest #182
(Brigadier General Mohamed) العميد محمدI started out in the police force about 10 years ago. Never asked why once. I always figured my superiors knew what was best. ملازم، نقيب، رائد، مقدم، عقيد، عميد، لواء..(Lieutenant, captain, major, lieutenant colonel, colonel, brigadier general...)That’s all I knew. That's all I know. The more stars and swords you have on your shoulder, the more authority you have. And the more authority you have, the more you know. I had to follow orders. No matter what, orders were orders. Orders were my law. The...
Weekly Contest #164
Disclaimer: This story contains sexual content, which may not be suitable for all readers. Islam was his name. Islam was his religion. Islam, submission to God, was all he could strive for without escape. But, he liked to masturbate. Allah wouldn’t like that, he would constantly think to himself. After every self-relief came the self-reproach he would carry to the bathroom and perform ablution on before praying in search of forgiveness. But, the cycle would repeat itself. Islam knew there was no escaping his lustful thirst and the burning ...
Weekly Contest #137
The mother pauses for a moment and takes a deep breath before knocking on her son’s door.“Come in!” she hears. She then gently opens the door and softly asks,“Hey, son. How are you?”“I’m alright. Just reading and trying to pass the time until tomorrow. You know, I’ll be leaving pretty early to visit her in the hospital so don’t be surprised if I’m gone by the time you wake up.”With a dreadful look in her eyes, her son could sense the burden weighing on her lips.“What’s wrong, Mama?”The tension strangles her. She squeaks out a jumpy stutter b...
Winner of Weekly Contest #132 🏆
04/02/2022Mama has been to the hospital quite a few times before, but she always comes back home eventually. So, when she went to the hospital this morning I thought this time won’t be different. Baba even insisted that I go to football practice today as well. I’ve been playing for the Shooting Club in El Dokki, Giza, for almost 6 years now, so when Mama went to the hospital, Baba called the coach, captain Abdallah, and told him that she was ill. Captain Abdallah apparently told my teammates because when I went to practice they all asked if ...
Weekly Contest #127
On a cold winter night in the middle of a deserted street walked a wrinkly-faced man emitting an eye-watering odor. His muddy black boots warmed the pair of overworked feet. The outline of his well-defined thigh was visible through a circular hole below the right pocket of his ragged jeans. A coal-colored filth hid a pair of hands previously holding no less than a smooth touch. Atop his elongated neck was a slim face, a slender nose, greasy black hair and an uncommonly calm gaze. But, one look at those glistening blue eyes revealed that this...
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