Arshad Mecci
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Unity in Diversity
In the scorching heat of Old Hometown, a naked body lay motionless, surrounded by a cloud of flies. The red dust, typical of the town's drought season, covered everything. Raymond, the local policeman, stood observing the scene, his brow furrowed.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
Love is blind
Jack reveled in the tranquility of the beach, soaking up the warmth of the sun. He meticulously filled his bucket with sand, getting the water-to-sand ratio just right. Today was going to be the day he built the most impressive sandcastle. His dad had even gifted him a variety of buckets for crafting different shapes and sizes.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
A Will to Forgive
Dry leaves danced in the crisp October wind, rustling with a melancholic whisper. The ground was a mosaic of amber, the fallen leaves swirling and twirling in the shifting wind. Although a blanket of gray clouds loomed to the east, the setting sun painted the world in a radiant golden hue from the west. It was as if nature itself couldn't decide between a gloomy evening or a hopeful sunset.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
The Bite
She was different today, and it struck me with an almost palpable force. How is it possible to spend years with someone and yet suddenly see them anew? Perhaps we get so caught up in our routines that we forget to truly see the people we love. Her eyebrows seemed more delicate, her eyes weary, and her neck and hands bore the lines of time that I had somehow missed before. She looked older, yet oddly familiar.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
The Crush
Jerry Ray Carpenter was the star pitcher at his high school—charismatic, popular, and seemingly unattainable. Yet, he harbored a secret crush on Sabrina Brown, the quiet, thoughtful girl who led the debate team, loved biology, and was unapologetically passionate about her faith.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
Silver Lining
"This has been fun, but let me down now," he said, attempting to infuse some levity into the moment. "No," I snapped. "I'm tired of you dodging this conversation." Exhaustion consumed me—not just from this night, but from our entire relationship. The uncertainty of our status, the blurred lines between commitment and casualness, it all weighed on me. I was caught in this limbo of wanting him to commit and fearing the void if he ever walked away.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
A Love Story
The day Bradley and his family left the Biodome was a moment that shook me deeply. I watched as they eased their boat down the ramp, passed through the airlock, and disappeared into the vast water. The small crowd that had gathered to see them off scattered quickly, as if nothing had happened.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
The Lighthouse Keeper
On my final day as a lighthouse keeper, I climbed the 76 spiral steps and two ladders to the watch room. It felt like a reflection of my 76 years on this earth. Each step echoed with a strange sound. Something felt off. At that very moment, Alfred Simons was dealing with a fire on his boat not far from the coast.
By Arshad Mecci2 years ago in Fiction
