Maryam Ali
Bio
Writers don’t cry darling, We bleed on paper ✍🏻
Stories (8/0)
TRAIN OF THOUGHT
It was a spring day, and the writer sat on a bench under the station clock. He took a deep breath, revelling in the sensation of rebirth in the warm air. In the distance, far off, below the backdrop of craggy, pine-covered mountains, he could just make out a dot that signified the oncoming train.
By Maryam Ali6 months ago in Fiction
THE BIGGEST BANG
Any one of them could have been chosen. Thanks to the pale skin of his Scottish mother, Annag, it had been Sayid, better known as ‘Sandy.’ He pulled into the car park, turned the ignition off and smiled at his Caucasian reflection in the mirror. No one would know that his father was Syrian and in this most English of English towns, that was important. Extremely important. He took a deep breath. Then another deep, deep breath. After all, he was about to change history – for all time.
By Maryam Ali6 months ago in Criminal
DEATH WILL HAVE HIS DAY
Word had it that Douglas Whiting wanted to kill someone. Someone, anyone, just to see what it was like. And it got back to him that, yes, a man named Norman Oliver was happy to be the victim. Well, perhaps not happy exactly, more resigned, his cancer untreatable.
By Maryam Ali6 months ago in Criminal
A TRIANGLE ACROSS THE SKY
Martha Longthorn sat at the reception desk of the Beconsby Chronicle. She opened a desk drawer and took out a black crystal. She lifted her skirt and held the crystal between her legs. Outside, a few passersby went past on their anonymous business. Then she noticed a man on the opposite side of the street, looking across at the Chronicle office. He wore a beanie hat and a long dark-green jacket. A carrier bag dangled from one hand, whilst the other clasped a walking stick. He started to cross the road towards her. She hurriedly replaced the crystal in the drawer.
By Maryam Ali6 months ago in Fiction