Sid Aaron Hirji
Bio
Canadian born man who finds literature and science equally fascinating. Trauma bleeds through generations, words heal the hidden scars.
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Achievements (1)
Stories (130/0)
The Theatre
The movie theatre was going to close down. Not many people went to the old place and if a hit film did not come soon, probably nobody would. Ticket prices were slashed and concession foods prices were lowered. That did little for the sales. Dave found a mysterious man who had a special movie. The movie was so lucid and scary people started coming in droves to see it. Eventually though the movie became the reality. Zombies now infest the world.
By Sid Aaron Hirji11 months ago in Fiction
Snake
He was tired of never getting picked for hockey. He thought maybe if he sold his soul to the man he would get picked. It was worth a shot. He wrote a letter to the man and signed it stating he was giving his soul to be the best at hockey. The next day it worked. He snaked through the line and deked all opponents. He was always chosen first for hockey. Until the day the man collected his soul. He turned into a snake.
By Sid Aaron Hirji12 months ago in Fiction
Phonies
Pontificating pedantic people posting pictures posing prosperity.
By Sid Aaron Hirjiabout a year ago in Poets
Wish
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn't my own. It was strange having to see this image. I had looked into this mirror thousands of times and never before seen this. The face in the mirror was ghoulish and looked like an ugly troll. Is that what I have become? I went to bed and closed my eyes. This must be a dream, tomorrow I will wake up and everything will be normal. The problem is, I had transformed in order to achieve my waking dreams.
By Sid Aaron Hirjiabout a year ago in Horror
The Heavens
Every night at midnight, the purple clouds came out to dance with the blushing sky. This was how he saw the world when he dreamt. Jed would day dream and see the world how he wanted it. An escape from the harsh world. He was twenty four and should have outgrown his imagination by now, yet it seemed to grow every day. When he was a young boy he had dared his twin brother to swim across the pond and back. His brother drowned and he could not forgive himself. Armed with his plush toy he walked to the pond imagining what dreams his brother must be having. Was he in heaven? Did angels lift him up and feed him with honey kisses like in fairy tales? Jed sat on a rock by the pond. He laid the plush toy near the pond and recited a prayer. He then closed his eyes.
By Sid Aaron Hirjiabout a year ago in Fiction