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Govinda Chaddha

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

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Hunger

Govinda Chaddha

Danny didn't think he was anything but normal, he went to work 5 times a week, he paid his taxes, he did the minimum required fitness regime to keep him healthy. Yes, Danny Waters was normal, except for the fact that he killed women as a hobby.He wouldn't say it was a hobby, no it was more a craving, a need that had to be satisfied through blood. A hunger, yes that was it, a hunger. Just like certain people had a hunger for food as sustenance, he needed the chase, the watching, the screams from them as they bled dry in his arms to keep him s...

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The Girl in The Mirror

Govinda Chaddha

Submitted to Contest #27

Mabel woke to the sound of ‘brownie’, her 3-month-old pup, licking her face and wagging his short tail. She carried him and got out of bed. After stretching her stiffened body, she performed her morning exercise. After the exercise, she opened her window and watched as the flakes of snow fell from the skies. It was a sight to behold, with the tall trees, covered in snow and the surroundings all covered in snow; winter had come early.Mabel patted brownie on the head and went to the bathroom. In a few, she was ready to go to work, getting her ...

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Damn! What a lovely holiday.

Govinda Chaddha

Submitted to Contest #21

December in Motton was a chilly, shivering month. Slough of cold, snow-draped wind gusted dangerously, leaving a blurry, misty ambiance. The road was sheathed with a three-inch high snow floor, deserted, suffused with blobs of faint streetlights that tried to accentuate the obscured beauty of the town. The time was edging past seven-thirty in the evening when Richard Wayne dawdled through the snow-filled road, puffing out a white-blanketed air of disgruntlement. He was clad in a heavy, dark hoodie, and his face was barely perceivable in the ...

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