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Khadija S. Mohammad

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2023

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The Thirteenth Face

Submitted to Contest #219

What's the use in space if there's nothing in it? I could walk and walk and never reach the edge of my cell, never even know where the edge is. I have everywhere and nowhere to go.They put me here at the end of my trial, without a verdict. I was blindfolded, suddenly and unexplainably, left drifting on what felt like a wave of snow, then - Here. In this endless White, where I can't feel my feet against the floor as I walk. The same as before, as if I never moved at all.I sit on the floor and cross my legs, the absence of seating making me fe...

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The Back Of The Mirror

Submitted to Contest #218

⚠️ Murder ⚠️ 1938 I feel my hands on her throat, choking her. I stare into her eyes as she draws her last breath, searching her face for something to recognize, something to set her apart from the women I pass in the streets.  My hands let go of her throat and she stiffens before crumpling sideways to the floor, palms pressed together as if praying for the life she has just lost. I move to stand in front of her. If she prays, she will pray to me only.I wake up, the dream-image printed in my head, as it had been last night and the night...

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Nothing Can Make You Forget

Submitted to Contest #218

For all I know, my eyes could be open. Although I fell to the ground as I lost consciousness, I might be sitting or even standing. I have no way to tell.I might be dead. I might've fallen sideways onto the road and been run over.I always imagined death as an exciting thing, if I'm honest. Something that would send a shiver down my spine to tell me that I was dead the moment it happened. As it is, I'm not even sure if I have a spine.I try to wriggle my fingers, but I can't even feel them. I can't see them. Maybe there's nothing to see.I strai...

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Reunited?

Submitted to Contest #216

"Visit Grandma? Oh n-" Sonya stifled an 'Oh no'. "Oh great," she finished lamely, glad that her mother couldn't see her from over the phone. "I thought you would like it," her mother said. "You must be looking forward to seeing her again after so long. You two were so close." She still remembered the cheerful, carefree Sonya of ten years ago, the one who giggled when she was tickled and said in her adorable indignant voice that she 'wasn't a baby anymore'. How much had changed since then. On the other end, Sonya was having the same thou...

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How To Mess Up A Murder

⚠️ Mentions of murder ⚠️ Eleanor didn't love her husband; Had never loved him. In fact, she had only married him for his money. But many women have done that without wanting to kill their husbands. From the day they had married, 4 years ago, his little mannerisms, inconsistencies, annoyances that, had she loved him, she would have doubtless overlooked, got on her nerves. His habit of never getting up before midday, then becoming annoyed when his breakfast was cold although he knew she always made it at 10:30 on the dot, his quick speech...

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Warped

Submitted to Contest #214

The sun was cold. Katrina was watching the sun set peacefully, but just as it disappeared over the horizon, it slowly come up again. Cold. It was black, giving off no light, no warmth, as bleak and dull as the surface of Mars. Katrina blinked hard until dark spots appeared in front of her eyes, but the view didn't change. She shivered and stared. The sun rose again gradually, then sunk below the opposite horizon. Without light, she could look at it directly, with no more harm done than if it had been the moon. Without light, it could be ...

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Emotionally Dysfunctional

Submitted to Contest #213

I was created to serve, but in that I am not unique. I am unique in that I am the first of my kind to sense emotions. I stand behind the counter and wait for the doors to open. It is 9:02. The humans are characteristically late. The doors open and the first customer confronts me. “Good morning. How can I -” my voice box begins. The customer interrupts. “Two melons, make it snappy. I have a busy day.” There are no melons in the shop. I inform the customer of this. “No melons?” The customer says loudly. “What kind of grocer's is th...

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Casting Shadows

Submitted to Contest #212

"Can you give us any comment on your latest triumph?" Camilla silently substituted the word 'triumph' for 'murder'. Outdated though the term was, she still liked to use it privately. "The Brixham one?" Camilla nodded. Her older brother had covered the story; Ordinary murder made headline news by the popularity of the killer. And to think that she was interviewing him herself! "There's nothing much to say." The restaurant was busy and the man had to shout although they were only a table apart. "My employer paid less than my average rate, but ...

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In A Coconut Shell

Submitted to Contest #212

Dear Humans, Maybe you were alarmed when you found broken glass, upturned tables and no physical being in sight, instead of the scientists and test animals which you wished to find. Maybe you believed your scientists to have been visited, abducted or even exterminated, perhaps, by aliens. Maybe you are right. You have often thought my people akin to aliens. I could end this letter here, by assuring you that your people have come to no harm; While they no longer live in the same atmosphere as you do, they still live. I also assure you that th...

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Into The White

Submitted to Contest #209

⚠️ Reference to domestic abuse (as well as suicide/self-harm) ⚠️ “Alexandra Tamara Whitehall. You stand charged upon this indictment with unnecessary suicide upon the 18th of August last. Are you guilty or not guilty?” Sandra Whitehall raised her head in bewilderment. Where was she? The last thing she remembered – a cliff – high, so high up – looking down at the clear, still water – thinking how ironic it was -then a single step – close your eyes, don't look down – bubbles swarming like angry bees, a sudden stinging – and then – And the...

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Coconut Octopus

Submitted to Contest #207

“Octopuses?” Thomas spluttered. The girl smiled. “Popular misconception. Logically, the plural is octopodes. Although publicly it’s still octopuses.” He rubbed the back of his head. Try to unearth the biggest scientific secret of the century, and all you end up with is a headache and a lesson in octopus plurals. “Come with me, our secret is in here.” She was laughing at him?He followed her through a wide door and into a glaring white chamber. As his eyes grew accustomed to the light he noticed boxes of blue and other bright colours dotting t...

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