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Amany Sayed

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

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Running From The Fire

The smell of smoke fills my nostrils and ash clouds my lungs. I run my hand over the rough scars on my cheek as memories come back to me. Too much smoke.Too much burning.Fire.I have to go. Ignoring the multiple calls of my probably concerned friends, I run. My feet hitting the ground hard with each step.My lungs burning in more ways than one. My hair wound tightly in a short ponytail, hitting my back with each stride. My hand clutching the small pendant around my neck.The only thing I have left.A tear escapes my eyes...

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Comfortable Silence

Charlotte hummed the tune of some unknown song under her breath as she sipped her cold coffee and clicked away at her keyboard.She was supposed to be typing her essay but she kept switching tabs to the google doc that was her poem, so she wasn’t really getting much done. Teo sat on the bed opposite her tapping his fingers steadily to some unknown beat and scribbling away in his spiral notebook. A dorm with someone of the opposite gender would be fun, they said. An experiment.It was cheaper and that was all Charlotte needed to hear....

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A Sweating Hungry Mess. Oh, and Zombies too

Oh wow, don’t you just hate it when your fridge is empty and you’re starving and your mom’s at work so you decide to ride your bike over to the gas station but that annoying kid in your class who happens to be your neighbor flattens your tire with some sharp rocks and then you run to the gas station only to be met with a really ticked off zombie and end up running back home with no food? I know I do.  There has to be something to eat here. I’ve already raided the fridge over ten times, emptied the mostly empty pantries, searched my ...

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The Flavors of Life

Weekly Contest #53

Your lemon-lime popsicle drips steadily onto your tights. It’s like a summer routine now. Attempt to cool down with popsicle, ruin clothing instead. Seriously, though, your tights have suffered so much. There’s grass stains, ink, candle wax, and now a couple of drops of a lemon-lime popsicle. You take a lick. It’s one of those cheap ones, the ones that are shorter than a pencil and are packed with that delicious artificial flavoring. The ones you have no idea how to eat once you have only a little ice on one side of the stick ...

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The Girl Who Believed

Weekly Contest #48

She was a girl who believed. A girl with freckles, and a spark that no one could put out.  She started out small, like all people do.  In the 7th grade, she had her first art class.  She learned to draw 3D shapes and paint landscapes. The lines flowed easily through her hands, her inspiration from the world around. Then came 8th grade, where she was in pottery class. Her hands, small and delicate, shaped the clay with ease.  High School was next, and with a bigger school, came bigger inspiration. Her fingers itched to dra...

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