She Did Not Want It Anyways by Sarah Muzaffar

Prompt: She never wanted it anyway | Word count: 301 | Genre: Drama

Caution: Inappropriate language

”Why do you keep saying that.”

”She ruined our chances of happiness!”

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Don’t Cut the Strings by Sarah Muzaffar

Prompt: Cut the strings | Word count: 1000 words | Genre: Drama

Gibran paced the floors of the Big Mall, checking in and out of every shoe store. He couldn’t find it, nothing even similar to it. But he kept looking, determined not to give up.

”It’s okay if you don’t find it” his wife placed her hand on his shoulder ”we will get her another pair.”

”No. She said she would like to have the same ones, the ones she whatsapped me.”

”This is the only mall left. We have been all across the city searching for her Cinderella shoes.”

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The Club by Sarah Muzaffar

Prompt: The Club | Word count: 768 words | Genre:  Women Fiction

”Irena, would you like to share something with us” I asked the girl who looked ten years older than her age. She hesitated, but with a little encouragement from others, she was ready to open up today. She shifted a little in her chair to finally speak after a week long of silent attendance.”

“It was a long time ago” she began as a dozen curious eyes closed in on her. She looked at her audience, empathetic faces listening intently to her.”

“It started soon after my high school boyfriend broke up with me, after 10 years of togetherness. We were meant to be, or so I thought, a happily-ever-after kinda crap. I could not bear the separation and the pain came with it. The day he got married to my best friend, just a month after our breakup, pushed me over the fence. People suck! You never know who and what lies behind a face.”

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Undone on Street by Sarah Muzaffar

Prompt: Coming Undone | Word Count: 1199 | Genre: Drama

He returned again, empty-handed, not as much as a cent in his hand. After an hour’s wait, he showed up nonchalantly.

“I didn’t get anything….nobody gave me anything”, he stammered to her raging glare. “They all shoo me away, what can I do….”

A tight slap across his cheek stopped him. Tears streamed their way on his smoky face.

“You lazy bum, you don’t move your ass around as much, do you! Just that damned traffic signal. That is where you linger about all the time. Who will give you anything there? They are already so hot and angry, waiting at the signal. You think they will even look at you. You have no sense.”

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You Only Live Once by Sarah Muzaffar

Prompt: A White Lie I Word Count: 2496 I Genre: Spiritual

A strange heaviness seated itself on my chest. Like a mountain was resting on it and I could hardly breathe. I was struggling inwards, calling out to him. He didn’t answer me. Maybe he was not home. I called again out of sheer despair. The weight was pushing the last breath out of me.

I opened my eyes to pitch darkness. Where was I? I tried to remember the last moments of my day. Nothing what so ever came to me. Blank. Scared to death of the shrill darkness that was engulfing me. Where am I? And where is everybody else?

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The Glass Jar by Sarah Muzaffar

Prompt: Going Home | Word Count: 497 | Genre: Drama

She looked back one last time, as her slender fingers clasped around the door knob. She retrieved her steps looking longingly at the picture on the coffee table. Her small world captured in a frame.

No, I cannot do this. I have to go. If I stay any longer, I will never have the courage to leave.

She turned the knob and shut the door behind her.


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A Long Way Gone by Sarah Muzaffar

Prompt: Conversation with my spouse | Word Count: 1200 | Genre: Romance

It was getting dark outside, though it was still mid morning. The blue spring sky was suddenly gripped by gargantuan blackness, and within a few minutes, heavy rains knocked insistently on the window panes in their living room. Ahmad looked up from his book, and listened to the song that the rain always played in his ear. Immersed in his childhood pleasure, he didn’t notice his wife grinning at him. She carefully set down the tray on the wood carved table and sat beside him on the couch.

“And people think you are 75 years old”, she laughed.

“75! I am still a 5 year old inside”, he turned towards her, his radiant smile narrowing his eyes, his soulful life reflected in the intense folds that formed on his face.

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The List by Sarah Muzaffar

Prompt: The List I Word Count: 1500 I Genre: Fiction

I sat on the prayer mat for long hours, in the night mostly, when everyone was sleeping peacefully. Or so I thought. Peace seemed to have evaded all of us. I looked outside, the night was a pale black, the moonlight forcing itself on it. A cool breeze sent a little shiver down me but it was pleasantly soothing. The time of the night, when it was a matter of minutes to dawn, was my favorite. The sky was a gorgeous blue, not dark enough to look like black, nor the day blue. A tranquil shade that comforted the eyes and my soul. My soul was agitated, restlessly tiring itself to find a way. A sense of helplessness had brought me to knees, to beg for His help, to show me a way. My life  could be defined in one word,chaos.

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Her Eclipsed Life by Sarah Muzaffar

Prompt: New Life I Word Count: 999 I Genre: Women Fiction

”So, do you like it?” He asked, keenly observing her beautiful face. ”It took me hours to find you the perfect one.”

She smiled coyly. She did not know how to put it together in a few words. Right words. The moonlight immersed her soul with both anxiety and happiness. Turning towards him, the anticipation in his eyes made her heart cringe.

It is the best thing that has ever happened to me, she wanted to say. Instead, she heard herself say in a blunt voice that seemed to come from far inside of her. ”I am sorry, Jacob. I can’t marry you.”

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