Made this thread coz i'm really fond of Stories.
Ok guys, can you plz just post stories that you've written yourselves or stories written by your friends. I advise that you compile one story n post it in a single post.
He stared at her, his hazel eyes shimmered with excitement; they were framed with dark long lashes. When looking at his eyes it was as though staring into a world of sheer perfection, so pure from seeing corruption, so fragile. His soft lips suddenly curled into a smile exposing his white teeth. He was so beautiful, a perfect creature that walked on this earth. “So is that a yes?” came his voice.
“I’m sorry Suleiman but I’m not ready,” replied Mumtaz. Suleiman quickly stood up and attempted to walk out of where both of them sat. He knew exactly why she had refused him, just like the other 10 girls he had proposed to. Tears formed around his eyes, as the tears drizzled down his delicate cheeks it left a burning sensation. Suleiman did not hurry to wipe the tears. “O my lord, you’re my creator and I place my trust in you,” he sobbed. He lingered back home, his rough hands guiding him to safety.
As he drew closer to the house, he rummaged through his pocket to find his keys. With each key he felt the carvings to distinguish the house keys from the other keys he owned. Finally, after what seemed like centuries, he found the key and with a trembling hand he attempted to open the large mahogany front door.
The door creaked gently; Suleiman was greeted by the soft smell of pie, his nostrils flared. As he slumbered into the house his mother knew exactly what had happened. His broken smile told 1000 stories. “Suleiman you have a guest,” murmured his mother softly.
“What is it about?” sighed Suleiman.
“A wedding proposal,” smiled his mother.
Suleiman could not believe how events turned out. However, he did not smile nor was he hopeful about the outcome of the situation. He sauntered into the living room and seated himself on one of the empty sofa’s that scattered the living room. “I do not take joy in being rejected endlessly for being blind so if you think you can’t handle it, Then don’t waste my time or yours,” Suleiman uttered, his teeth gritted together. His harsh and abrupt words shocked his mother and she found herself blushing.
“I’m aware of your blindness and I can handle it,” came a woman’s voice. There was a slight tremor in her voice, it wasn’t a tremor caused by fear but happiness, Happiness that Suleiman yearned to know where it came from. Suleiman relaxed on the sofa for once, his lean muscular body seemed to melt in the leather couch. His beautifully sculptured face was a sight to be mesmerized at. His eyes were a blessing but everyone else saw it as a burden.
i wrote a short story for the islamic foundation short story comp...the rule is that the story must be unpublished and completely unique....so if i dont get anywhere with it...i'll post it up here Insha'Allah :sister: and in the meantime i'll write something else for this thread.
I’m sorry Suleiman but I’m not ready,” replied Mumtaz. Suleiman quickly stood up and attempted to walk out of where both of them sat. He knew exactly why she had refused him, just like the other 10 girls he had proposed to. Tears formed around his eyes, as the tears drizzled down his delicate cheeks it left a burning sensation. Suleiman did not hurry to wipe the tears. “O my lord, you’re my creator and I place my trust in you,” he sobbed. He lingered back home, his rough hands guiding him to safety.
Good job he is a fictional character then innit sister
Thank you brother Alja but i can't continue the story, the plot has been given away, its no fun writing it anymore. Perhaps when i have enough free time i'll write something more interesting and closer to reality....
i wrote a short story for the islamic foundation short story comp...the rule is that the story must be unpublished and completely unique....so if i dont get anywhere with it...i'll post it up here Insha'Allah :sister: and in the meantime i'll write something else for this thread.
Hope dat u'll post ur story soon insha'allah.
I turn 2 U ma hrt ful of Shame n ma Eyes ful of Tears.....
By the way that was really nice, Why dont you continue it. I'm sure it will be a real success.
Thank you brother but that story had no substance...
I had an idea for a story for a long time but never bothered...perhaps now i'll take the time to write...
Tangled
Chapter One
Blood stains
“Look what you have done!” shrieked David.
“Don’t turn this on me you son of!” I yelled.
“Yeah go on, dish out swear words, you bloody well will regret this!” continued David.
“Man we don’t have time to argue, the cops are going to be all over us in minutes,” said Zak in his husky voice.
I stared at the figure that lay on the dirty pavement, his body seemed almost disfigured. Blood oozed from his left side of his stomach, he cried in sheer agony as he tried to pull out the silver knife from his side. I tried to move but my leg refused to carry my weight.
“ASH!”
My temples started to throb uncontrollably; I feared the worst headache coming on. I stabbed him, and if he dies I will be a murder, cold blooded murderer. Will they lock me up and throw away the keys? I asked myself. Abruptly Zak grabbed my arm and dragged me; I tumbled over his muscular body. My eyes were still fixed on the bleeding guy that lay screaming on the isolated street as I tumbled away.
I eventually regained my senses; I could finally feel my legs. I looked at my 5 friends, fear, confusion and worry played on their faces. “Damn it! Run!”
We all broke into a sprint, our legs taking us away from the scene of the crime. We all left the man to bleed to death. I shall forget him tomorrow….I have a black heart and that is it, I reassured my self. All would be fine….
My temples throbbed violently; each breath I took seemed to deprive me from oxygen. My heart beat engulfed my heart and I was left feeling suffocated. Excess blood rushed through my body; I wondered whether my blood cells were retaliating against me. Everything seemed to be going against me, even my own body.
We continued running, our footsteps echoed in the silent night. The velvet sky hovered above us as though they were witness to our crime.
“Hold up!” said Michael.
“What?!” barked Zak.
“You wearing gloves right ash?” questioned Michael.
“Well what do these look like to you?” I muttered.
“So….” Said Michael, an expression of calculation was fixed on his pale face.
“That means all we need to do is burn the gloves,” smirked Adam.
“That is the only possible evidence they can obtain,” agreed David.
“Dang homie, when did you start reading the dictionary, ‘obtain’? What next? Deoxyribonucleic acid?! ” joked Michael.
“Oh hush it!” snapped David.
“We were at Buzz’d, raving all night, now you all better keep your cool! It ain’t as though we have never done ****. One word and we all tumble down, you hear?!” hissed Adam. His dark brown eyes were narrowed, fear lingered in them, and this was something I had never seen in him before.
“We are cool,” I replied, my voice seemed to tremble in the still night.
“Alright, lets stay calm and not lose our cool,” suggested Zak.
“Easier said than done,” whispered Michael.
“If I can see it,
Then I can do it,
If I just believe it,
There is nothing to it!”
Adam suddenly broke into a song….his melodically toned voice echoed in the deserted road. His voice was soothing; it made us all forget our problems. Music was all that calmed my troubled heart or perhaps that is what I told myself. “Come on boys, don’t leave me hanging,” laughed Adam. We all laughed, it kind of relaxed the mood.
“If I can see it,
Then I can do it,
If I just believe it,
There is nothing to it!”
We sang…it was hard to jam to a slow music so we just walked and sang. Cats rushed out to observe the introducers of the night. Slowly lights from houses started to flick on. Curious strangers rushed to the windows to take a peek. None of us really seemed to care, we played in tune together. The latest street boy band roamed the street at 3 am causing havoc! I thought to myself. The absurd idea made me chuckle as I loathed boy bands, even their music bothered me, except boyz to men and backstreet boys; they rocked back in my days. Now they are just….lets not even go there.
“Shut up you bunch of drunken losses!” yelled a man, wearing a white vest, his beer bully hung on his front.
“Yes, hush up or we’ll call the police!” ranted another man. However, this man was slimmer than the previous one. His slim figure and pale sculptured face made him look like a vampire taken from a nightmare.
“Chill, we are shutting it!” laughed Michael.
“And now they all think we are drunk and thus we have an alibi,” grinned David. A glint of excitement glowed in his oceanic blue eyes. His naturally tanned complexion went well with his eyes, at times it seemed almost strange how he managed to obtain an all year round tan. If I didn’t know better I’d say he sneaks to have a tan top up every month!
Last edited by Silver Pearl; 06-07-2006 at 06:04 AM.
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besides those the story is pretty good though
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