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Baldeep Singh

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2024

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A Day With All My Selves (I hate of all of them)

Submitted to Contest #332

A final, deep breath fills his lungs, steady and deliberate. He turns the doorknob slowly, feeling the cool metal against his palm, and steps out into the hallway. It's peak January in the city, that brutal time when winter digs its claws deepest, and even his new branded coat, a costly one at that, offers no real shield from the cold seeping through the cracks. The fabric is sleek, imported, the kind that screams status in muffled tones, but right now it feels as thin as paper against the chill. At least he looks cool in it. That's somethin...

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God’s Plaguebearers

Mark takes a deep breath as he reaches for the apartment door — the first step in a plan he’s been building for days.He steps outside. The breeze is cool and calm. Strange for a June evening.His heart? Steady. Too steady, considering what he’s about to do.He walks toward the bus stop. It feels like any other walk — like he’s just out on an errand. No need to rush. Every second has already been planned.People notice him. They look away. Some glare. Others shift aside. No one says a word, but their eyes say everything.He’s used to this.It’s be...

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The Infinite Loop

July 3, 2117We’re not supposed to know. That’s what the contract said.It had all been there, buried deep in the fine print. I knew there were risks, but curiosity always gets the better of me. Why else would I sign up for a job that required me to forget myself?For your safety and the safety of others, any memories prior to your mission will be permanently erased.That’s what it said. I had laughed at the absurdity of it back then. Who would willingly erase their past? Who would sacrifice their identity for a paycheck?Turns out, I would. Now,...

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Whispers in the Dark

In a remote village, nestled deep within a thick, oppressive forest, there existed a chilling legend. The villagers called it The Whispering Woods, a place shunned after dusk. They believed that at night, the spirits of the lost would wander among the trees, calling out to the living, luring them deeper into the darkness. The only way to stay safe was to heed the elders’ warnings: never stray from the path, and never listen to the whispers.One autumn evening, as Halloween approached, a group of teenagers from the village decided to challenge...

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Echoes of Distant Worlds

The ChaseSergeant Ethan Thompson's lungs burned as he ran through the smoldering ruins of the outpost. The air was thick with the acrid stench of smoke and death. Each pounding step sent gray dust swirling, but he barely noticed. The rhythmic beating of his heart drowned out everything—the crackling fires, distant growls from the forest, and the strained sound of his own breath.The landscape had become a nightmare, one he could no longer wake from. The exoskeleton suit—hailed as humanity’s technological marvel—kept him moving, but his mind f...

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The Haunting Grin

The ghost lingered in the shadows, blending into the cold, damp air that clung to the empty streets. His eyes darted across the crowd, but his gaze was hollow, searching. He wasn’t in a hurry; despair took its time, and so would he. Among the bustling people, with their laughter and chatter, he waited for the one who carried that heavy, familiar burden.“I need someone soon,” the ghost muttered, feeling the ache of hunger deep in his bones. The happiness around him grated like nails on a chalkboard. Laughter, smiles, connection—weakness. He d...

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The Forgotten Path

Submitted to Contest #272

The village of Darkwood was a place where time stood still. Nestled deep within the forgotten mountains, it was untouched by modernity, a relic of centuries-old traditions. The villagers lived quiet lives, following the cycles of the seasons, but there was one unwritten rule: never stray from the Marked Path. For as long as anyone could remember, it had been said that those who left the path and wandered into the Veil Woods were never seen again.Generations of villagers obeyed this rule without question, passing it down like a dark inheritan...

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You have your back!

Submitted to Contest #271

A normal day for Ethan began like any other as he navigated his commute to the office. Just three months into his new job at one of the country’s most competitive consulting firms, he had settled into a routine. By 7:00 AM, he was bustling around his small apartment, double-checking that he had everything he needed for the day ahead. He had to catch the 7:30 bus; otherwise, he risked being late—or worse, spending 500 bucks on a cab.As he stepped outside, the cool morning air hit his face, refreshing  yet daunting. He hurried down the cr...

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