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Essa Khan Durrani

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2025

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El Classico

Tea was coming to boil in the saucepan. He took in the smell, and it was alone enough topower him. Dawn was approaching, the sky started to teem to life as Essa might think ifhe were on his daily nature walks on hills. Instead he was here anxiously watching theclock waiting for his tea to be ready, wondering why it was at times such as today thattime seems to pass by like a breeze. Today was a big day. The clash of the rival teams: FCAbbottabad Hills and Abbottabad All Stars. Essa and his buddies form FC AbbottabadHills. Hassam and his buddi...

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Creepy Pasta - A Forgotten World

Part 1It was a cold December afternoon, and an overcast of clouds made it gloomy. I was going up forthe hike with my brothers and cousins. Five of us went on the trail to this place called Karlanwaterfall. My cousins had been insisting to us that it's a great haven, a nice sight of water totranquil our minds. I was ahead of everyone, taking great strides with a sense of urgency, likealways while the others lingered behind. I don’t know how to explain it but I had a forebodingabout this whole trip. I couldn’t help but think something was goin...

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Ice In My Veins Pt 2

There were people clothed in black, mourning. “They should celebrate it, such a heroic ending,” I think to myself. I tear my mind away from the ending of my fellow officer, but it seems to be coming back to haunt me every day since it happened. The day he looked death in the eye and met it, accepting it. But not without a fight. I was his junior and his apprentice. Prior to the showdown, he had appointed me to a particular apartment in which there was a certain individual who had aroused suspicion in my fellow’s excellent senses. I had to t...

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Cold Wind

Part #1A storm was blowing out that night in the town of Emyn Myn. The thunder claps were heard in the empty halls of the house as they echoed in the building. James was sitting at his desk, doing overtime, with a heater at his feet, drinking a warm cup of coffee. The rumbling sound of thunder reached his door, rattling the door handle. He glanced at the handle, he thought there was something more to why it moved this way. Something more queer, something supernatural, perhaps calling him outside. He thought his mind was getting the better of...

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Ice In My Veins

Downtown Chicago was making a racket tonight. The noise is drowned out by the rain. A storm is blowing. There is mist in the air, and I stare intently at the pages in my files, placing a certain dankness in everything he touched today. He has been sitting upright in his Ford Explorer in the parking lot of an apartment building for some hours now. There are practically fissures in the backbone of the building, and it does not look fit to last many more years. My back starts to give me a piece of it, so I decide to put the paperwork aside. I k...

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Enigma

It was a fine summer day in Avonlea, with an abundance of sunshine, and if you sat close and listened carefully, you would hear cheers of jubilation coming from class 8-B. It was the last day of school, and Hades was reveling in the joy with his schoolmates of hearing that final school bell at two o’clock, indicating the end of the school session. Hades was his name; this rather shy, early teenage boy would always be in the best mood, and today, especially, he resolved that nothing would spoil his mood. On the way back home, he thought about...

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An Unspeakable Deal

Jamal was at his desk, seated snug on his chair, playing Valorant: his favourite video game. He was an avid gamer plus streamer. He would lose hours in these video games, his headset latched to his head, his keyboard clacking mechanically non-stop: an observer might say he was addicted to it. This resulted in his declining performance at school, as well as the usual banter he would hear from his parents and all the repercussions he would face later on. On a certain day, Jamal, as per his customary behaviour, hands clasped on the keyboard and...

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