Yossra Ahmad Sameh

“Scared of flying?"

"Nope"

"Heights?"

"Nope"

The plane shook again, and I closed my eyes, trying to take deep breaths.

"What is it then?"

"I have a fear of falling from heights.”
― Laura Kreitzer, Shadow of the Sun

“She notices the unyielding ruthlessness of the storm; the crashing waves, the bitter sky kissing the water on the horizon, the keening laments of the sharp, cutting wind, and the relentless liquid deliverance of its somber showers. She’ll never forgive the audacity of the storm’s neglect.”
― Laura Kreitzer, Phantom Universe

“I think; therefore I am.”
― Rene Descartes

“It’s okay. I’m—”
“Fine?” Joseph chimed in. “Obviously not. You need to be checked out by a doctor.”
“I am a doctor.” I rolled my eyes at him, but that didn’t deter him from his train of thought.
“Not that kind of doctor.”
“What is ‘that kind of doctor’ going to say when they see my shimmering pink blood, Joseph?” I changed my voice to mimic one of a concerned doctor. “I’m sorry ma’am, you appear to be suffering from a mild case of Pretty Pretty Princess syndrome. Have you ingested any magical woodland faeries recently?”
― Laura Kreitzer