Category: Short Story

  • The Brown Box

    “I hate putting on my glasses in the morning. It feels like I am being forced to see clearly even when I am not ready. Sometimes, you just need to look at your surroundings with a lack of perfect eyesight. It is prettier this way. My little world of fuzzy pops of color. A blurry […]

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  • “The Nest”

    “This does not feel right. It is like she never left.” “None of you will ever understand what I am feeling, and believe it or not, I don’t want you to, EVER.” My voice was coarse after crying for days. My tired swollen eyes turned my angry thoughts to look outside. At the bright day […]

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  • “The Staircase”

    I love writing stories based on writing prompts on Reedsy. And so this one is themed “eavesdropping”. A fun and light short story, my 100th post. Today I truly feel proud of myself. This is one thing I do all for myself. Writing has improved my mental health and the way I think of myself. Happy reading!

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  • “A Moonlit Affair”

    Comedy and horror is an interesting genre to write. My small attempt at it. Happy Reading!

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    All of them together! Lord, there goes my whole days’ worth of entertainment in one hour. I wish I could tell them to just spread out their visits. I mean how difficult is it to plan a day. But then again, I could wish for a different life. One without this dreadful car accident. It […]

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  • “one Thursday morning”

    Knock Knock! Meera tiredly brought herself to stand up and walk towards the intrusive door. But before that, she stopped to check through the peephole to assure herself that this could not be ignored any longer. A woman. What does she want? Tidying the oversized shirt, she loved to wear belonged to her husband. For […]

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  • “The day I smiled…”

    “Just keep breathing. It is all fine. You are alive. And that is all that matters.” Standing in the almost empty parking lot I was repeating the same old words to my sweaty and tired self. The last meeting of the day had been a disaster. My reports were obsolete, and presentation had grammatical mistakes. […]

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  • “Repercussions”

    Sweating all over her bedsheet, Priya woke up anxious and out of breath. It had been like this almost every night now for past 3 months. Even her doctor could not diagnose the problem. After a series of tests followed by a thorough Ultrasound, still, nothing turned out. Finally, her doctor referred her to a […]

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  • “The Abandoned Life”

    My name is Kavita. I am are 36 years old. I am an artist. I live alone surrounded by nature, completely off-grid. And today is another day. I am alive. I open my eyes, happy to see the sun not yet completely risen. I won the race.   The morning air smells different each day, […]

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  • “1416/ 1614”

    Dried crack soil burning her feet. The girl did not know how she got there, but she was there. Somewhere on planet earth. Her eyes caught the shadow of a tree nearby. She was breathing fast but breathing, so it was definitely Earth. But where on earth? And What year? The girl got up looking […]

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