Samia Afra
Bio
I'm new to this, so go easy on me.
Achievements (1)
Stories (28/0)
Eyes Always Watching
Willa, a prized sow, is the apple of her owner's eye. Tomorrow she hopes to win another first-place ribbon after displaying her showstopping splendor at the county fair. A loud thud awakens her from her beauty sleep. An object dropped through the barn's rooftop and landed next to her. Its fluorescent appearance and slimy texture captivate her attention. Its fragrant mixture of truffles, apples, sweet cream, and tasty spent vegetables intoxicate her soft rosy snout. The aroma is both delicious and otherworldly. She waffles before ravishing it relentlessly, only to find the tastiness grows larger and larger. She chokes, and her body falls. She trembles and writhes with pain dying within minutes of making an impulsive decision.
By Samia Afra3 years ago in Fiction
Ta Pieces
Two feisty hearts saw one another across a crowded '70s dance floor. Boogie, Oogie, Oogie. Neither chance nor luck could keep these two lookers apart. Eyes locked, arms intertwined, they spun together into a red whirl of thumping desire. A one-night stand led to several. Beep, Beep, Beep. Hooked on each other, they joined together to create a love so profound they amazed even themselves. Their two beating hearts purred aloud when their sweet baby heart arrived. Ta Pieces was their dream; they adored their baby to pieces.
By Samia Afra3 years ago in Pride
Disco Queen
Charlotte watches her idol, the renowned Darrell Kevans, perform center stage at Studio 54. He is her disco king as the music blares and colored stage lights flash off and on behind him. Soft waves, skintight pants, a see-through shirt with a hint of man fur peeking out make her temperature rise. She cuts through the crowd. Positioning herself in the first row, she moves her hips and raises her arms overhead; the music overtakes her. Her lip-glossed smile hypnotizes him on stage. He stumbles over his lyrics then winks at her. She removes her necklace, tosses her perfumed heart-shaped locket at him, and then darts from the crowd.
By Samia Afra3 years ago in Futurism
Scribble
I’m passionate about books; I love to read them, and – one day soon – I would love to write them. I read like a ravished squirrel foraging food in an endless forest. My challenge is to be more discerning when endless material is available: books, websites, social media, news feeds, headlines. Infinite choices lead to information bloat – stories of good things, bad things, all things: success-related, fear-related, sensational, news-worthy, trashy, gossipy, and the like. I’d like to change that – to add, not subtract from the literary world.
By Samia Afra3 years ago in Journal
Paper Angels
“And you, my dear, … are Most Polite.” “Ugh,” really? I received my first award in the second grade. I resented the title, returning to my chair, while Most Improved smiled at Best Penmanship and Works Well with Others laughed at Best at Sharing. Ugh! The most pleases and thank yous spoken in any given day? Please! I needed to hatch an escape plan, tunnel my way out, find any diversion from becoming a future member of the Decency Police.
By Samia Afra3 years ago in Humans
Crimson Red #8562
Crimson Red, Magenta Madness, Coral Reef, Cerise Pie, Berry Cherry, Ruby Redness, French Burgundy, Scarlet Dear Scarlet – shiny multi-colored bottles, with long tapered handles looking like gumball-colored teardrops. To touch them or to eat them? I can’t decide. Lips like Sugar, Drive Him Mad, Get It Girl, You Got This – golden cylindrical tubes of pigmented bliss ready for daily romantic adventures or on-the-sly trysts. Short, squat, thick, tall, and curvy bottles of fragrant aromatic pastry align – like beauty queens anticipating a long-desired crown. A tiny-populated city of adult coquetries lives atop her dresser, patiently waiting. “Pick me,” they whisper.
By Samia Afra3 years ago in Families
- Third Place in Gemini Season Challenge