Sumaiyah S.
Bio
Just attempting to nurture my (otherwise dying) creativity.
Stories (6/0)
Drabble on Dark Academia
With the recent fascination of it fluttering around TikTok, and the steady increase of interest in dark, brooding libraries and neutral colour palettes, dark academia has taken the internet by storm. Being pretty in love with the aesthetic myself, it’s pretty normal for my Instagram explore page to be dotted with plaid outfit co-ords or video essays breaking down the craze on my YouTube recommended, such as one video by R.C. Waldun that started this whole deep dive.
By Sumaiyah S.4 years ago in Geeks
Love (Pt. 3)
He rolled over on his stomach, eyebrows furrowed as he scrolled through his phone. A sight for sore eyes. His forehead is scattered with dark curls, illuminated by the screen light, still damp from the shower but fluffing up deliciously. Probably soft and silky to touch, like how you would expect clouds to feel; the ‘lazy’ kind, only found on a summer’s evening, which blissfully shaded out the last sun-rays of the day. Every time he chuckled, it sparked a flourish of something in you, instantaneously slapping a smile on to your face. You get lost in his voice, which consists of deep, sweet mumbles, broken up by snickers as he scrolls through miscellaneous stupid memes. Every now and then your phone lights up beside you, from something he’d sent you or tagged you in. You put your book down and amuse him, before reminding him you needed to get this reading done before your deadline. But you don’t care, really. This cycle could continue for days on end, and you would be as content as a kid with a stick of candy-floss twice her size. As long as he is laughing everything is right.
By Sumaiyah S.4 years ago in Poets
The Ugly, Green Monster
We all know of the Green Monster. They've possessed us and will forever live on among us, feeding off of success stories and all the good things in life. This is dedicated to just those people who cannot, for the sake of everything, just be happy for their friends' successes.
By Sumaiyah S.5 years ago in Humans
Love (Pt. 2)
We trudge through life swapping souls and piggy-backing others' burdens to perfect places, sometimes reaching a blissful end, but mostly slowly coming to a halt; freezing over in the no man's land of missed phone calls, hurt feelings and inequity. But the suns of our own personal dwarf galaxies warm our cores, turning no man's land into a fruitful field of sunflowers.
By Sumaiyah S.5 years ago in Poets
Love (Pt. 1)
They danced together, swirling between the sparse crowd, nothing on their minds but that moment entirely. Their feet tapped quietly on the cobbled square, while others around them giggled and tried to get the perfect step to the live string trio. The late evening breeze carried the soft noise throughout the square, soothing the sleepy town into slumber. The couple whispered tenderly to each other, one definitely holding the others weight, although unfazed, chuckling under their breath at whatever they were murmuring about. They were astronauts sharing the same helmet, unaware of the infinite space spiraling around them. Or perhaps they were stars. Wholly aware of the idols they were, of the light, they bounced around their little galaxy, but choosing ignorance and defiance; anything to reach out and burn together. And that is exactly what they did. Vanishing with the sunset, with fire at their toes and sparks bolting from their tongues.
By Sumaiyah S.5 years ago in Poets
My First Year of University in a Nutshell
I write this stuck in a cave of revision notes, as it's—you guessed it—exam season! Even though I still have much to do (the biggest understatement) I can't help but reflect on my first year of university. For a background check: I'm currently studying in the U.K. as a Psychology undergraduate at the university of my dreams. It's pretty good, if we're referring to the league tables.
By Sumaiyah S.6 years ago in Education