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Hiren Dusara

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2022

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The Bamboo Cutter

Taketori looked up at the full moon. Its glow illuminated his wrinkled face. A solitary teardrop rolled down his cheek. Using an oak walking stick, he shuffled to his golden throne. His saffron robes landed gracefully at his feet as he took his seat in the palace. Around his neck was a piece of string tied around a small talisman of bamboo. Taketori gripped onto the talisman tightly and wiped away the tears from his cheeks with his coarse, calloused hands. Through exceptional foresight, he had wisely instructed his wife and retainers to leav...

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Stronger

Weekly Contest #135

The bus doors opened with a hiss and children poured out onto the grey wet pavement. Zachery stepped out just as the bus doors closed again, he struggled to button up his worn blazer. He couldn’t wait to start Year 8 and finally get a new school uniform. A cold breeze whistled past him as he peered down the dimly lit road and saw barren trees lining his path ahead like scarecrows. Looking at an alleyway to his right, he gazed into the darkness and a chill crawled up his spine. He tightened his grip around the straps of his backpack and ...

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Yamaraj

Weekly Contest #134

Part 1Alice was sitting in an emerald-coloured armchair in front of a fireplace that gently crackled. She knitted using two silver needles attached to a thread which unfurled from a purple ball of yarn. Alice was a lady in her sixties, with neatly trimmed short grey hair, dressed in a flowery nighty and a beige cardigan. Her slight frame barely filled the armchair. She faced the fire and the warm glow lit up her pale complexion. She stopped knitting, her melancholy blue eyes looked toward a wooden table, and she laid the needles down with tr...

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