Ahmad Ameen
Bio
High School student with strong interest in the beauty of words
Stories (2/0)
Number Eight
You search your bag for your mouthguard. You swear you packed it away this morning, you need it to play today’s play off game. You find it tucked away under the folds of your bag. You stand up and look out the washroom window, past the frosted glass and in the space of the creases. You can see the other team lining up on the field, the rugby ball thrown at blistering speeds, its blue stripe fading away with its spin. You zip up your bag and check the strength of the knot you made with your laces. Your captain walks in. He stretches his neck up to look you in the face. He glances at the team outside as well. Placing his hands on your shoulder his words break the silence. “You can’t let their words get to you, your only as strong as you allow yourself to be.”
By Ahmad Ameen6 years ago in Cleats
The Stairway
The jolt of your grocery basket shocks you awake, your hands clutching the handle, your mind slapped awake, your eyes widening, your pupils adjusting to the influx of light. You look up to see the woman who walked right into you without care or remorse to leave just as easily. Her child sticks her tongue out at you, not in the silly way you’d expect, but angrily, exerting pressure to stick his tongue out because that's how much he detests you. She clutches his arm with her motherly instinct, quickly taking her child to her protection.
By Ahmad Ameen6 years ago in Psyche