Sciamachy by Ahmed AlRasheed

Sound the alarm! I thought as I jogged outside my room into the hallway. Milo-Cesspool Grendoz is after me, a treacherous man that hacks hearts and tears the living beats out of them. Why am I being followed you ask?

It all started on a pleasant beautiful afternoon, where I was out for dinner with my beloved wife. We sat at the Rome de Tour restaurant, which was her favorite. I noticed that the Tobasco sauce was misplaced. It was set aside next to my wife, making her want a taste. My wife willingly picked up the bottle and started to dab her food.   Continue reading

Sciamachy by Batool Hasan


Sci·am·a·chy noun [sahy-amuh-kee]an act or instance of fighting a shadow or an imaginary enemy.


I wish I could walk on the veil between sunrise and dawn. I wonder what it would feel like if space was a hollow sphere trapping Earth inside it. If only I could hang myself upside down from the top of the inside, staring at Earth from above with tendrils of my inky hair merging with the clear blue of oceans.  Continue reading

Sciamachy by Nawar Bashir


Sci·am·a·chy noun [sahy-amuh-kee]an act or instance of fighting a shadow or an imaginary enemy.


I keep my eyes closed because I know if I open them she’ll be there. I don’t want to deal with her. For once I want to enjoy the few minutes of perfect serenity that has washed over me, bathing me with warmth and a rare sense of peace. But she’s approaching. I know because its getting dark and the warmth is leaving my body with a bone-deep chill. The pool of tranquility I was swimming in is rippling with tension. And just like always, the rippling become waves and the waves turn into aggressive rip tides. No matter how much I resist, I end up being pulled down through whirl pools of tumultuous emotions.  Continue reading

Sciamachy by Dina Al-Awadhi


Sci·am·a·chy noun [sahy-amuh-kee]an act or instance of fighting a shadow or an imaginary enemy.


Children are always afraid of the dark, and as a child I was no exception. In our old flat, I remember that my room was tucked far, far away from my parents’ bedroom at the opposite end of the apartment. Like clockwork, I would always wake up in the middle of the night, and when the dark was too terrible for me to conquer alone, I would scurry through the darkness across the deserted no man’s land, breathing hitched, heart beating fast; I would slip into my parent’s room, climb on to their warm sanctuary of a bed, and cuddle close into my mother’s back pressing my cold bare feet onto her own deliciously warm ones, wherein my mother would promptly let out a shrill shriek and glare at me with her powerful laser Mama Eyes.   Continue reading

Sciamachy by Toby Al-R


Sci·am·a·chy noun [sahy-amuh-kee]an act or instance of fighting a shadow or an imaginary enemy.


A couple of decades ago I was born on earth, a blue sphere floating in space… Where silence shout mystic manners and reasons fade into oblivion.

I always wondered what the hell all of this is all about. Is it all real, or an illusion? Or perhaps nothing but an immemorial memory and our lives are a series of flash backs?  Continue reading

Sciamachy by Bader A. Shehab


Sci·am·a·chy noun [sahy-amuh-kee]an act or instance of fighting a shadow or an imaginary enemy.


It troubles me to think my opponent shed drops of more a sweat, a blood, a tear than I. It troubles me to think, he who bestows to fend me from those walls, as I speak of breath I could use in bettering me, is leathering their arms and spears, the very ones to be wielded at I. It troubles me to think my foe, fore foes, and upon the Four Emperors[1] I swear. That he who eyes the eagle’s afar, fearless and in no doubt, to strike with no mercy nor loss.  Continue reading

Sciamachy by Dee


Sci·am·a·chy noun [sahy-amuh-kee]an act or instance of fighting a shadow or an imaginary enemy.


My enemy is ruthless. My enemy is full of spite.

My enemy is clever. My enemy is full of might.

The only sound in the room was the pounding of feet on the wooden floor and the harsh gasp of labored breathing. If it wasn’t for me she thought to herself, this room would be quiet… serene. Why am I disturbing its peace? This was of course exactly the sort of silly existentialist distraction that would probably get her killed someday. She shook her head as if her distractions were insects she was trying to frighten and tried to bring her focus back to the task at hand.  Continue reading

Sciamachy by Noragotcharisma


Sci·am·a·chy noun [sahy-amuh-kee]an act or instance of fighting a shadow or an imaginary enemy.


Temptation. Tempt… tation. Timetation. Yes. Time, the number one enemy.

I am so tempted all the time. I can never win this sciamachy. Sigh, I am a key. Oh, interesting…

But defeat is not an option, I’ve got too much to lose. I will win! I will overcome this devil on my shoulder, I will.  Continue reading

Sciamachy by Osman Naeem


Sci·am·a·chy noun [sahy-amuh-kee]an act or instance of fighting a shadow or an imaginary enemy.


A fresh start, in the comfort of discomfort, is a monster sized bite on the pie chart of the things I need
So then, when I try to kiss you, why does your visage taste like omelette du fromage?
I would answer that question, but then I’d have to question my answer considering how I’ve been swinging for way too long to know that I really am Tarzan and that this skin is just a facade I wear to  hide my superhero costume  Continue reading