Mariam Naeem
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Writer - Short Stories, Poetry
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Stories (41/0)
- Top Story - January 2024
The TransformingTop Story - January 2024
Everybody was turning, one by one. The masses were scared. The town folk could be seen going into the town's Reverence Hall, clutching their soul spheres in their shaking hands. I followed them in, curious. I ignored the screaming around me, the confusion, as everybody swarmed like hornets being stirred up.
By Mariam Naeem3 years ago in Horror
To The Woman Who Lost It All
You were just a stranger in the street and I’d stopped to take notice. You wore this black puffer jacket with blue jeans that were a little frayed and trainers that had seen better days. In one hand you clutched a small can of energy drink, the other fist was deep within a pocket, out of sight. You were hanging your head when you’d walked out of the shop and I could feel the waves of sorrow wash over me as you walked by. So I had to say something. Anything. I knew what that pit of despair was like and I disliked the thought of anyone else suffering the same.
By Mariam Naeem3 years ago in Humans
It Was In The Shadows
It was in the shadows that Lilith was happiest. Lilith found the darkness to be her friend. At seven years of age, the shadows were more comforting and friendly to her than the sunshine and people around her. Her own family were aware that she was different. She wasn’t like her siblings, David and Rose.
By Mariam Naeem3 years ago in Horror
All Fire
A fiery spirit, that's what we're called. I never thought it would be literal. I'm an Aries by birth, but I always thought I was a pretty reserved and quiet person. It was one tiny incident. Just a small one. Nothing that would get most people's panties in a twist. But me, I have no clue what happened. Maybe it was the cherry on top of an already toppling cake, the accumulation of bad moment after bad moment that day. Either way, the volcano erupted.
By Mariam Naeem3 years ago in Futurism
The World Is Now A Snow Globe
Playing on the steps of the porch was a young girl. She held in her hands the most beautiful little snow globe, complete with a little town and it’s own tiny forest and makeshift lake. She would shake it, stirring up the glittery white powder within and letting it flurry around in the globe in dizzying patterns, enthralled with the way it seemed to look so real.
By Mariam Naeem3 years ago in Horror
Why Procrastination Is a B***h
Imagine constantly trying your hardest to find the willpower to do something but then you get that stupid little voice in your head saying, "Just do it later. You've got time. It's not going anywhere. It'll still be there even if you take a little time off."
By Mariam Naeem6 years ago in Motivation