Aisha Lama
Bio
Aspiring author/blogger; pet owner; music enthusiast; food lover.
Stories (9/0)
The Missing Book
The soft light of dawn forces me to open my exhausted eyes. Phlegm congeals in my throat as I reach for a sip of water. A whiff of stale sweat creeps up my nostrils from the left side of my bed, taunting me with a memory I fail to recall. Why were teddy bear blankets invented? I’m sweltering. I shout out, making sure Charlie isn’t still here. Relief cloaks me as there’s no response. Good. I didn’t need the headache of him buzzing around today. My inauthenticity towards him and our “relationship” causes a permanent thumping in my temples. Regardless of my ability to remain detached, I know his needs grew daily. My mouth tastes of ass. I clamber out of bed, desperate to reach the bathroom.
By Aisha Lama9 months ago in Criminal
A Night Out
‘Are we still on for tonight?’ The message popped up on my screen, and my stomach dropped. Plans which I had confirmed weeks ago, and now the day was here, I felt sick. Should I say no because I don’t want to go, but if I say no she’s going to be mad at me but she will be even madder at me if I go and I’m obviously not enjoying myself but I might enjoy myself if I go and have a good time but what if I don’t have a good time?
By Aisha Lama2 years ago in Psyche
The Awakening
“First, you’ll forget everything, you’ll be a hollow shell, but your spirit? Your spirit is free. There’s an empty black space, with shooting stars racing past. You’ll want to follow them, do it, go. Follow them, all from the comfort of your own bed. The softest cushions surround you, fluffy, white as anything and as you fall back, they’ll cushion you. A welcoming, warm, comforting embrace. Trust yourself to fall. Wave at the stars and bright lights, they look so clear with nothing but emptiness in between.”
By Aisha Lama2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - July 2022
The Tale of The Green Witch
The Green Witch travels far and wide, country to country, sea to sea, across the deserts and the poles. Her emerald green, tattered cloak dusts the ground behind her, leaving no trace other than the natural beauty she spreads. When she looks at you, her almond shaped eyes changed colour, from deep purples to electrifying greens, you’ll feel her searching for your soul, working out which side you are on. She has a kind face with gold dusted skin, her sharp nose has the sensitivity of a bloodhound and always leads her to where she is needed.
By Aisha Lama2 years ago in Fiction
‘The Cob’
The stable block was a simple layout with around 12 stables. All with horses happily munching on their hay. I stopped to check my phone and when I looked up there was a gorgeous face peering over—clearly interested in what was happening. I started idly patting and stroking his face and neck, and his owner mentioned he was for sale. I asked a few questions with no intention of buying—I was simply curious about this cute little horse. I found out that his old owner had fallen in love with him in Ireland and bought him over to England, she then had a couple of falls off him which led to him being sent for retraining then for whatever reason he ended up where he was now. The conversation ended with him discussing what price he was going to put ‘the cob’ up for—which even if I had been looking would have been way out of my budget.
By Aisha Lama6 years ago in Petlife