Forget-me-not // UmmeAiman ” Here’s your money! ” The squarely built businessman said as he took out some notes from his extravagant coat and threw it at me. The same woman with whom, few minutes ago, he was enjoying to the fullest, ogling everywhere from her tender, well-crafted breasts to her silky lips towards her […]
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Category: English Short Stories
Our story is about two people, no not the cliché kind where the girl falls in love with the bad guy nor it is about love at first sight. The story starts with Hayden Irwin, an art history student, was the kind of guy that everybody could not help but love, the kind that you would find in a bookstore sitting on the floor in between shelves engrossed in novels.
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It was a chilly Monday morning. Ahmed was getting ready for the school. His father, who was a postman would drop him at the school every day while going to post office. Ahmed was studying in a reputable school–despite his low income, Ahmed’s father was doing everything for Ahmed to get an adequate education. Though […]
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In the dark night, she was running so fast that if she were to stop for an instance, she would have lost her balance and then ultimately her life. Her violet faded shawl slid off her shoulders; curled, long hair turned to a bush, barefooted, she felt her throat bone dried; still she was trying […]
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I paced back and forth in the long hallway. My breath quickened and heart raced with each stride. There seemed to be an endless path as far as the eye could see, there was no end to be seen. I was so focused on finding my way out that I did not notice the huge […]
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It was a cloudy day and the reddish clouds were all over the sky. The fresh breeze was breezing and it seems like it is going to rain any moment. It was a blessing as the weather was getting really hot these days. It was the mid of April and summers are coming in full […]
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As the drink of sinners begins to take its effect on me, I cannot help but wonder, whether both of these worlds are so different from each other or not! If my life had been spent in a perfectly Utopian world, maybe I would not have gone through the abyss I have in my true journey. Maybe my mother would not have deserted my old man, an unemployed twenty something, with a two-year-old to raise.
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But I’ll never forget those stupid jokes and silly promises as long as those three stars shine, and I know neither will she and even if there is a sea between us, we will always be
with each other, laughing at those stupid jokes and remembering those silly promises.
