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Anusha Murali

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

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Birch Tree

Warning: This story contains mentioned abuse and gore. The thick glass separates me from everything else. There is a window between me and everything outside the train. If I took one step outside it, I would reach salvation. I would be able to feel pain as something more than the decay of my heart. But I am a coward, and I am much too scared to even grant myself the joys of shaking off the past from my shoulders. I let it follow me, drag me and pin me down to the forest floor and beat me, eyes brimming with tears, my hands covered in thick, ...

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Crimson Has Never Been Prettier

Sojar, Soldier Where I come from, your existence is a crime. A mishap, an accident. You, with your unrivalled power and unbridled magic, are a fantasy to us. You, with hands that can both save a life and take one. A bronze face set perfectly in your round head—the head my people would want to hang, and then marvel in the beauty of it as a corpse. Stay away from me, mija. For I was sent to tie you up in chains, shackle your wrists till they bled, and throw you off a cliff, but I do not feel you deserve such treatment. Stay as far as possible ...

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Nightmares and the Ocean

Submitted to Contest #105

The waves of the ocean crash onto the shoreline, retreating into the water after a few moments. Rippling and bubbling as it washed the sand with every repeating wave, almost ensuring that it never dried, ensuring that it stayed moist and calm, settled in position. Ensuring that not for a single moment did it let the sand crack, periodically stealing bits and pieces of it as it retreated, hiding the grains deep inside the ocean. For when the people who arrived every day mercilessly tread over and contaminated the shoreline, there would still ...

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