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Mohammed Darasi
Bio
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics. I recently created a website (just because) which I will be posting my writing in (among other things). it would be great if you check it out. https://mindpit.co.uk/
Stories (168/0)
The Holy Grail
“Come on Toby…” This is my cousin, Kris. He somehow convinced me to go out today and go for the holy grail. Every year, this holy grail comes and drives us all crazy. There are so many myths about this: some say it improves your vision, some say it can regrow limbs, and some even say it could make you immortal! No one really knows the truth.
By Mohammed Darasiabout a year ago in Fiction
Easier heist ever...
The museum security is much more lax than I thought. All it took was a screwdriver and that was me in the vents. I waited in that dusty vent for 5 hours until it all closed down and the security changed to the night shift. Over the years I learned that bringing a gas mask with you can make or break the plan; you don’t wanna be caught for sneezing in the vents.
By Mohammed Darasiabout a year ago in Fiction
Coming Together
I was sitting at work today thinking about a show on Disney+ that I started watching recently. It’s kind of a fictionalised documentary series about the Wu Tang clan (a rap group from the 90s). This little piece has nothing to do with this group, or even music… it just triggered the thought in my mind.
By Mohammed Darasiabout a year ago in Humans
Aegis Academy - Chapter 1
Jack woke up in a room that was encompassed in darkness. A single bulb dangled in the middle of the room, flickering on and off pathetically over a single rusty table. Jack took in his surroundings as calmly as he could, to think of a way out. It was working just fine as well, until he seen the table; it was covered almost entirely in some brownish red substance and only when the familiar smell of dried blood reached Jack that he realised just how dire the situation really was - he was locked in a darkened room, a table in the centre covered in blood, and the only apparent exit blocked. This is not looking good.
By Mohammed Darasiabout a year ago in Fiction
Urban Poetry
I’ve only recently began writing poetry. For a long time, my view on poetry was that it was hard to understand, and too convoluted. In the middle east (particularly Saudi Arabia), poetry is an old, and important part of culture so I did come across poetry that is very profound, but I didn’t understand most of it (partly because I was young at the time). When I moved to the UK I eventually started listening to music, and the genre that drew me in most was Rap (mostly American of course).
By Mohammed Darasiabout a year ago in Beat
Worth A Second Chance?
Clashing, crashing, the soul it baits Alive and awake at the pearly gates Wondering What happened with my life Stumbling Across others waiting for their fates Humbling - Living life, thoughtless vices on my mind running Shackles on my demons never worked, gotta live cunning Watching the queue moving up. How am I to speak When I face my judgement later. Gotta be released - Did I live how I should, not sure, but I could If I get a second chance, I know I gotta push - But reality got a hold of me Constant desires surrounding me Choking me Its hard being good in this world Gotta admit From left to right swirled Always conflict - Tried moving outta the neighbourhood But it pulls me back Like it’s got a bait and hook Attached on my back An easier life, can’t say black or white But living in the grey provided for them and I - Learning the ways to make a living Never knew I would take the living Slowly it consumed my soul and blackened To the point my mind died and mangled My morality, integrity and honour Personality changed, become a gunner Can I really change if I get a chance? Not sure In life, I never had a chance - What makes it different now Would I be different now Second chance. I’m begging now Would I really get it now? Now facing judgement for my life It gave me thought of strife Not sure I will survive Out there, with not a light I close my eyes and then Accept that I have sinned I Probably won’t repent So let it all just end
By Mohammed Darasiabout a year ago in Poets
Are We Gods in Our Own Right?
Are we gods in our own right? A friend of mind and I have had a discussion on this weird question. If you’re thinking “BLASPHAMY!!” then rest assured, both my friend and I believe in God. This was simply a philosophical exploration on how far we’ve come as human beings.
By Mohammed Darasiabout a year ago in Humans