Muhammad Mustafa
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Fear. Ecstasy. Indifference.
I am terrified. I am ecstatic. I feel nothing. I feel a sensation travel up my sternum. It is unidirectional. It traverses across my clavicle; further moving along my arms until it reaches my fingertips. I look at them; trying to understand what's happening. The harder I try, the more it eludes me.
By Muhammad Mustafaabout a year ago in Fiction
Fine Grain Sand
Two individuals sit by a fire in the middle of a desert, accompanied by a dog. One is a 30-year-old man and the other is a 17-year-old boy. The glow of the full moon makes the entire desert visible; so much so that they can spot a black dog a couple miles away. Surprisingly, the dog sleeping next to them is unbothered or perhaps, unaware. It is freezing. The desert is a mix of snow and sand. The older man lights up a fire.
By Muhammad Mustafaabout a year ago in Fiction
