Arshad Mecci
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Stories (63/0)
More to Me
In the midst of the chaos, the urgent shout of Ben, the chopper pilot, cut through the deafening sound of the rotor blades. "GET INSIDE!" he bellowed, his voice tinged with desperation. Jack, the photojournalist, leaned perilously out of the medevac's opening, capturing the harrowing scene below with his camera. His commitment to his work outweighed the risk, and he barely noticed when a bullet sliced through his hat, sending it flying.
By Arshad Mecci9 days ago in Fiction
Top of The World
Mateo’s heart raced as he felt his leg sink into the decaying roof, his grip tightening around his camera and a bottle of Coke. The soda splashed, momentarily distracting him from the sharp pain stabbing his thigh. He watched helplessly as the bottle rolled off the roof’s edge.
By Arshad Mecci9 days ago in Fiction
Stunt Dog Demo
I was there alongside Lewis when he decided to stage his unforgettable and rather impromptu performance. It was the tail end of summer, the stifling heat of the desert waning, replaced by more pleasant conditions. The day dawned bright and clear in California, promising adventure.
By Arshad Mecci10 days ago in Fiction
The Sunset Picture
I woke up with the first light of dawn, driven by the desire to capture the perfect photograph. Swiftly, I dressed in a pair of worn, brown trousers, a loose-fitting shirt, and sturdy hiking boots. Pulling my coffee-brown hair back into a messy ponytail and adjusting my glasses, I grabbed my bag and felt the rush of excitement course through me.
By Arshad Mecci10 days ago in Fiction
Home
In the dimly lit city streets, Owen’s heart pounded in his chest as he navigated the maze of alleys and side streets. The oppressive heat of the night was intensified by the residual warmth from the ever-present sun, now grown into a menacing gas giant in the sky. Without his protective UV suit, Owen's skin would have been instantly seared by the deadly radiation.
By Arshad Mecci10 days ago in Fiction
Project Genesis
Josh's heart pounded as he held the photograph—a picture of himself dressed in an astronaut jumpsuit, standing beside his Aunt at NASA. His mind reeled. He hadn’t set foot in NASA since his Aunt's passing years ago. How was this even possible? His thoughts swirled with confusion and a torrent of questions.
By Arshad Mecci10 days ago in Fiction
Storm Chaser
In the calm expanse of Indiana's sky, the hint of a thunderstorm promised a break from the monotony of a quiet meteorology student's life. It was a stark contrast to the violent storms that define Tornado Alley or the blizzards that occasionally sweep in from Chicago. Our state mostly saw pea-sized hail, with any severe weather usually passing us by. Even our storm-chasing courses, led by the dynamic Professor Jansen, felt like adventures in waiting.
By Arshad Mecci10 days ago in Fiction
You can't catch me
The snow draped my car like a thick layer of frosting on a cake, reminding me of my father's playful words as he frosted my mother's homemade cakes. A pristine blanket covered the quaint brick cottage and its fading garden, signaling winter's final embrace before spring's arrival. The world appeared as if it were dressing up for a grand photo shoot—crisp, fresh, and brimming with promise, much like the blank pages of a new chapter.
By Arshad Mecci10 days ago in Fiction
The Decent Camera
David had always dreamed of owning a high-quality camera. The kind that could capture the beauty of places like Inverness, where he was headed for a holiday with his family. They flew from London Heathrow to Inverness, and throughout the journey, David’s excitement was palpable. He kept reminding his parents about his wish for a decent camera. Little did he know, they had already purchased one for him at the airport.
By Arshad Mecci10 days ago in Fiction
Dairy Cows
I stood on the platform, the morning chill nipping at my fingers. My phone buzzed in my pocket. It was Ant, the guy I was supposed to meet. We'd be driving together to Nutton Farm for a story. Though I'd never properly met him, Ant was known for filming feature pieces rather than being in the newsroom. When I pitched the farm story, the bosses decided to bring him on board for the video while I handled the article. They also mentioned a photographer would be joining us. I felt a sense of accomplishment; as an intern, it was pretty cool to be working on a story that warranted such a team.
By Arshad Mecci10 days ago in Fiction