Short stories ( very short ones)...!!!

Scruffy

I don’t have time to iron my clothes …I don‘t do marriage .. I don’t have time to have a family…… I don’t have time to listen to other’s ………I have only time to my self …… In the end I am not selfish……

Phobia


You are not allowed bring any animal with you ……You are not allowed to bring children with you …. Please dress formal when coming to the venue …. No entry for those who wear trainers ……. Not allowed to discuss religious matters …… Why all the places are getting so terrorized from simple things ?



Union


‘’ 23 hours only and I get to my country ‘’ whispered the polish man to him self when he was boarding the coach bus ….. ‘’After three years in Britain’’ he continues ‘’ thanks God I found that job to know the British culture better….. Thanks to the European Union that I became civilized …… but I won’t tell my friends that I worked in a Public Toilet ‘’



Old Enough


Slowly the old man picked the papers from the table …. The paper boy was still there …the old man then laughed and said after he checked the price ‘’ you’ll never fool an old man ‘’ you can go …… the boy disappointedly left the room … when he pulled the door to close it , he took out from his bag the CD which was a gift with the paper in that day for the readers and smiled ….

Hey! I know you!
:-)

I know You too :-)

hey ..nice stories
wise
this board is actaully interseting...i think i'll shift here

thanks to all who wrote about the stories....

I'll post more - in sha Allah-

Twinge :-


When there is no trust…. No one can bear the pain ….. The room is getting darker…. The bed is cold and I live in my memories only ….. Which come and go and I feel them like a hood .. Forty nine years old women don’t feel hurt when the are lonely….

Not odd enough !!

‘23 years old …. Mother of five years old son…… single … Separated and not employed.. Any problems?’’ …. The young lady next to me in the train told me in cold, calm voice when she realized that I was looking at her son calling her mum !… she said that without looking at me and a tear dropped from her eye….’ Why do young people have this bad idea about life??? I comforted myself .

Cheeky :-


The most loved one is the most unhappy one … nobody wants to be blamed so, he is left alone… whenever I hear the song ‘ It is raining men’ I ask myself :- is it for women or men????

from:-
Modern Love thoughts....

Ex :-


They were talking in a loud voice …. Three beautiful young girls … were circling a blonde girl who was jolly happy and speaking with excited tone ‘ he called me and we met in the same place were we used to meet’ …. another girl asked her hastening ‘ where was that ?’ the blonde girl answered ‘ in the VINE of course’’ all the girls then looked at her in a surprised way …. Actually some of them dropped their jaws…… the blonde girl asked the ‘what ?’ one of the girls said to her ‘ we know that your ex boyfriend used to meet you in the BLAST’ the blonde girls then said ‘ Ah!!!! The one I met was not my ex !!!! I met my ex -ex - ex - ex boyfriend……..

hah hah hah

Known one

is gajar = blonde? Osama
greeting

Too good to be true :-

A young man who lives in his own house … he is married to a very beautiful lady …they have tow children a boy and a girl …… he has a nice car ..he got it when got his degree at university …..he never lent or borrowed money ….he has no mortgage to pay…..his vacations are always in nice places such as Hawaii or Mauritius …….he is very healthy and his teeth are complete ….he …..

the real world ?????????

Modern Thoughts :-



He was eating his fatty pizza piece in a greedy way with one hand ….. The other hand was texting a message to his friends ……. At the same time a loud techno music came out of his filtered speakers of his four wheel drive giant car…….. I thought …. How many environmental crimes has that young lad committed ……….? may be none....!!!!

Quote: I don’t have time to iron my clothes …I don‘t do marriage .. I don’t have time to have a family…… I don’t have time to listen to other’s ………I have only time to my self …… In the end I am not selfish……

SeLfiSh and sElFiSh

too SELFISF

Dear Mosa'ab,
thanks for passing by.....

Quote: SeLfiSh and sElFiSh too SELFISF

If you look at the title you'll know that the theme of these v. short stories is to enlight the styles and types of western life ... the same person tries to convince himself that he is not selfish >>>hhhhh

I think you live in a western country so probably you've met a lot of the person in the story.......
any how thanks 4 passing .......

yours,
Osama

Dear members of the English forum :- here is a critique from Rebecca Tylor Sent by e- mail

Quote: Dear Osama, have had a look at your stories and, like I said, I think they are little prose poems or haiku stories! It's very interesting because I haven't seen anything like them before and they have a certain haunting beauty about them - charged with a melancholy essence. Ironically, because they are so small they give a sense of the largeness of the world and the smallness of the characters, whereas usually in a story you focus in on the characters and the rest of the world fades into the background. I think it may be this factor that affords them the whiff of loneliness that they have - they make me think of that phrase, the heartbreak at the heart of things. The presence of the narrator is also intriguing because we can feel that we are looking at a cameo through someone's eyes, that we are having things pointed out to us and this marks up the significance of small events in individual lives. also the language has a delicate, almost tiptoe quality, possibly because the English is filtered through another language. This could be because I know you're Sudanese though but, whatever it is, it feels like a plus rather than a negative to me. I think a collection of these would be lovely with illustrations, but that might be taking them away from the imagination and turning them into captions. There are one or two typos to iron out.

Repeated

so sorry

Osama

Is it possible to add another short story??
it is a real one

up

Hi all
Ramadan Kareem
Anyone can add whatever(they ) want....
thanx 4 passing by....

Osama

Who bullied who?

An incident involved a pigeon, a man in his forties and his right foot. Although the woman is well known for her unstoppable skill of keeping people in long conversations (mainly gossips), she only uttered one word as she saw the man trying to kick a pigeon away from his door step. ‘ Bully’ she shouted, pointing her index finger to him. The man, shocked, looked at her and the realized that the pigeon was alarmed and flew away. A gossip started and the man locked himself inside his house, forever, waiting for someone to get him his hearing aids from the door steps.

Hey! I know you 2!
:-)
Great pieces!
But Rebbeca Tylor is not being constructive.
You have a lot of mistakes (the annoying thing
is they are so fixable just before you hit the
send button.) Most writers do not read before they
send which means they pass this burden on their
readers. Unfair!
Come visit me here:
Movie Critic Article

Thanks Ustaz Mustafa for passing by,
So sorry I haven't seen your comment and one of my friends had to nudge me .
Rebbecca is a screen writer ( currently she is working on her dream project - Italian, English story), so she was paying more attention to the images and the interpersonalities of the characters as well as the theme of each story .
Thanks again for the invitation to the website and see u there.
Osama,
I know u too !

Salam
Great work, take Mustafa's advice in the spirit it was given.
You remind me of Fatma al-Sanusi arabic short stories, except that hers were much shorter.
thanks for sharing
asma

Salam Osama and visitors.
I suppose you figured out why I am back to this post.
I yearn to have the time to sit down and pen a new story
that is hovering over my daily worries.
Glad to see Asma still comes here!
The place needs to be revamped by someone who has extra
time (like waiting for alkhil alwafi!!) to act like an
unofficial admin!
Any new writings?

Hey, I know you 4 ;-)

just love them.. keep the good spirit

‘’ but I won’t tell my friends that I worked in a Public Toilet ‘’
“Success is getting what you want; happiness is wanting what you get.”

Thanks Raja and Abdelgafar Ibrahim Hamed.
I am working on 3 new short stories I'll try to post them before the end of Jan.
Best wishes.
Osama