Creative Writing
Teenage Tidal Wave
Main Event
Zompees
Web of the Spiders
The Pigeon, Act I
“Bhaiya! Bhaiya! The oohfo is levitating!”Anas glanced upward to notice the traffic of humming, floating cars seamlessly glide and weave around the multitude of skyscrapers in Karachi. Above the glowing, neon-tinted buildings, he noticed a floating object slowly descend towards the ground. The object, resembling much of a saucer, glistened in the brilliant moonlight, casting a shadow upon Anas’s face.“We’ve seen those a million times, Jah,” muttered Anas. “Waleed Bhaiya won’t be waiting forever...
Home, Part IV
Home, Part IV·14 min read·May 7, 2021“How is this possible?” Amir roared at Warden Novak. “That bastard murdered our son just two months ago!”The Warden sighed and adjusted his rectangular glasses. “As prison warden here at Woodland Correctional Center, it is my job to assess the behavior of inmates. Mr. Rogers presented excellent behavior, and we felt the need to let him reintegrate with civilians. He presented multiple testimonies reflecting guilt and shame over the crime he committed.”Umna so...
Home, Part III
Saqib was in Los Angeles, walking onto UCLA’s campus for video game design. He could feel the warm sun, and he could absorb the positivity from the sunny city.BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.Saqib woke up in his bed, and instead of Los Angeles sun, he felt the cold of Dearborn, Michigan. Groaning with frustration, he sat up, contemplating his reality.That’s so messed up, he thought. Even my own brain is torturing me.Saqib looked at his phone, and groaned with frustration when he saw the time of 7:3...
Home, Part II
Home, Part II·7 min read·Apr 22, 2021Umna came over to Amir and gave him his morning chai. Amir silently took a sip, deep in thought.It wasn’t Umna, that was clear. There was no explanation for that piece of rose-top glass in his foot. He was sure that the table was thrown out- this wasn’t possible…Umna sat down beside Amir, slowly rubbing his back. “Amir… what happened last night?”Amir sighed deeply. “Umna… I saw something last night.”“I had a bad dream about Saqib… and when I woke up, I saw so...
Home
“Mr. Liaqat, would you like to take the stand and address Mr. Roberts?” asked Judge Crawford. Shaking, Amir stumbled towards the court stand.With his heart racing, Amir faced the vast courtroom. As he began to speak, his voice broke, and so did the gate of tears that began to flood the hearts of everyone within the court hearing.“On August 21st, 2020, my son was brutally murdered by you,” Amir choked out, tears streaming down his face and bushy beard. “My wife and I were not at home… to save him...
