Cliffhanger Murphy had overcome all of life’s trivialities as a young boy. His father always told him there was nothing more fulfilling than reaching one’s peak. And so he sought out to conquer mountains, it was a purpose he gave to the rest of his life. The youngling used to climb into class through the window by the time he was fifteen. Continue reading
Category Archives: Prose
Mountain by Ahmed AlRasheed
They looked at me, like I was a prize, both males as I was told by my mother. She made certain I knew what I was going to see from this agonizing world; humans. That’s what she called these species, ugly, scary, disgusting humans. Continue reading
Mountain by Suha
It was the darkest hour of the night. After ensuring that everyone was fast asleep, I slipped out of the house. Slowly and cautiously, I walked out of my small neighborhood and entered the unkempt wilderness. It didn’t take me too long to reach the foot of the mountain, about half an hour. Continue reading
Justice by Toby
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Now that I have bashed my keyboard to eviscerate some of the rage imbedded deep inside my tormented soul, I feel slightly at ease and in control. Continue reading
Justice by Nawar Bashir
I try to cross my legs under the table without ripping my pantyhose on the cheap rough wooden texture.
The dress that i bought especially for this evening, clashes with the hideous florar patterns of the nylon covered chairs I’m sitting on. Continue reading
Justice by Suha
She’s graceful the ways she stands. Chin upwards, posture upright, fearing no one and nothing. Holding balance scales in one hand, a double edged sword in the other, Continue reading
Justice by Batool Hasan
“Another existential crisis?” he snorted.
I tug on the ropes binding my wrists as his grin widens.
He dabbles his brush between different shades on his pallet, and continues to babble on like the idiot he is Continue reading
Joy by Ahmed AlRasheed
As we ascended down the Hellmouth caves, we could hear the sounds of The Wakening. Six of us scavenged through the undying lands looking for Crota, there we encountered the deadly thralls of the Hive decent. Continue reading
Joy by Batool Hasan
My legs rush me to the familiar aluminium door, and my fingers unlock it. Unidentified molecules and particles invite themselves into my lungs as I inhale and exhale deeply. Continue reading
Joy by Merriam AlFuhaid
I sit across from you, silently ruining our afternoon, occupied with thoughts of my own destruction. My mind has always been a dark place. It’s not as if you walked in and turned off the lights. It’s just, before it didn’t matter so much. Continue reading
Monkey by Batool Hasan
It’s 6 A.M. on a Saturday morning, and I’m driving along Gulf Street. Sunrays dance lightly, basking the world in a soft layer of gold. Convertibles cruise on the street, and people walk along the playful waves. Continue reading
Monkey by Bader A. Shehab
I wondered what could be more beautiful, the sun’s eclipse evading the edge of my atmospheric-pressurized cabin glass pane or bananas dangling basking in the warm tropical wind ripening awaiting my taste buds to blend into their flesh. Continue reading
Monkey by Osman Naeem
They came like Wall Street protesters, they took our food, they shat in our water tanks, they stomped on our hopes. Two weeks ago, Captain Smeagol called for shots to celebrate the success of Project Copper Ape’s launch. Two days ago, Captain Smeagol’s intestines were crocheted on the circuit boards of Charles’ banana dispenser. Continue reading
Blood by Hawra’a Khalfan
“And in threes they pour.” She whispered and kissed his parted, still lips with her eyes wide open. She couldn’t close her eyes- not yet.
Blood by Batool Hasan
I sit on the cold tiled floor, hug my knees and rest my head on top of them.
A drop of water lands on the crown of my head.
Speeding thoughts slam into each other, words tangle with voices. Continue reading
Blood by Nawar Bashir
We made a promise u and i
Sat underneath the dark sky
We promised wed never let them tear us apart.
We’d struggle, we’d fight, wed tear out their hearts Continue reading
Blood by Bader A. Shehab
Her blood-red velvet dress drunk her skin, shoulder sloped at an angle cutting light in halves below halves of curvature tucked under yarns of episodes of silk, after yarns of silk. Her skin appeared to weave the fabric into worship Continue reading
Blood by Suha
Tough Love
Shifa,
Within you flows my blood, the blood of my mother and my grandmother
and several generations of pious women who’ve held their honour and dignity.
The words you utter are foreign to me. Continue reading
Bloody Mess by Toby Al-R
The wheels of time are rolling and rolling; dragging millions of peons and blind laborers excavating my heart. Operation governed by discrimination and classism empowered by the fascism of greed and a bloodbath of showering dollars. Continue reading
Blood by Tifa
As long as everything is neat and tidy, there’s little reason for anyone to be too concerned about the life of another. Do you really care? About the young mother you pass heading in to the grocery store, who still took the time to try to hold the door open for you Continue reading
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