Mariam Naeem
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Writer - Short Stories, Poetry
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The Marigold Scripture
Mara and Antonio had spent hours poring over old notes and going through pictures of other old pages from books that no longer existed. Mara’s eyes stung from having stared at the laptop screen so much and even Antonio had been rubbing his eyes, trying to clear his vision.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Fiction
The Marigold Scripture
Mara woke up the next morning full of trepidation and a nervous kind of excitement. She had been so full of nervous energy last night that she failed to read the tome, instead trying to sleep but finding herself tossing and turning, her thoughts returning to both the book and Antonio. She was excited about whether or not the book revealed it’s treasure and full of trepidation about having to discuss it with Antonio again, after not having spoken a word to him for seven years. Not that it had been her choice; she had been ready and willing to marry him, it was his choice to run out on her and cut off all contact with her. Coward.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Fiction
The Marigold Scripture
Mara spent the evening on the patio in her back garden. She’d watched as the sun set over the ocean and took a moment to enjoy pure peace. After the strange events of the day, she wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed with a good book until she fell asleep. It was all she needed.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Fiction
The Marigold Scripture
Mrs Devlin watched from behind the counter as Mara stood up suddenly, looking angry. Mara looked down at Antonio, disgusted with what she assumed was him trying to reconcile after leaving her at the altar. Nothing, nothing could make her forget the pain and humiliation she suffered. She hadn’t heard from him since the day before the wedding. His friends had tried to say he was just in shock, it was just a moment of panic. Said he would be back in her arms in no time, after realising what an idiot he had been.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Fiction
In The Old Barn
Behind our old house lay a big, empty field. At the very end of the field lay a big old barn. It’s painted red, with a big wide wooden door to enter. The only problem was, I’ve never been there. I’ve always been too afraid. We moved in about six months ago, and since making friends with the locals in the area and the neighbours, they all warned us to stay away from it.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Fiction
Treasured Hopes
I walked through the wasteland that was once verdant park-lands. Where trees once stood were charred remains with the occasional trunk of a tree still standing, blackened hollows and bare, much like the land they stood upon, wizened fingers pointing towards the blue sky.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Earth
The Transforming
The path that led me through the woods was one of the quieter walks of the week. There was nobody around me. It’s just how I preferred it. Since The Transforming three months ago, I had reason to seek as much solitude as possible. I needed time to process everything and get it all journaled. I had never witnessed anything so strange, even if it was my second time seeing it.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Horror
Writing Daily And SEO
People always say that writing daily is the key way to building up traffic on your site and also getting more experience. Is it? Or is it just about posting at the right times, using the most efficient key words and posting at regular intervals?
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Journal
My Writing Journey...
Writing is a tool. Writing is an art. Writing is expression. Writing is a passion. These are all phrases I've grown up hearing throughout life. They're all true, of course. You can't say that writing isn't any of these. But it's also so much more.
By Mariam Naeem5 years ago in Journal
