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Priyanjali Bhattacharyya

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2024

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Weekly Contest #261

It was all dark, all-consuming. She was choked mentally. Dumb physically. Blank in the mind – till she started thinking of terrible things. She had a nervous lump in her throat which stopped her from talking. She was afraid of the darkness numbing her tell-tale horror stories, because of its deepness and what she felt like a tangible girth – on the one hand, she would be glad because it stopped her from thinking terrible, terrible things – on the other hand, its motionlessness and depth scared her. She was silent. Breathing in, one breath at...

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The new and old

She was a little tipsy when she held his hand and declared, “I think I like you.” He was not amused. “It's okay, you are drunk. A little,” he said. She bent conspiratorially and said, “Are you afraid?” And laughed. “No, are you?” “A little,” she admitted. She looked at him. The absence she had felt for so long seemed to find its release in the newness of the situation. She had known Anurag for ages. Heck, he was handsome and tough and everything a girl needed. But he was not ready to commit. Not since his on and off ex-girlfriend ended th...

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What The Universe set forth

Weekly Contest #255

It was one fine morning in the month of August on the outskirts of the town of Bardhaman in West Bengal, India. “CHEST CLINIC” it read in bold font in the Sub Divisional hospital. The child who stood at the doorway was silent, seemed to be barely breathing. Piyu felt peals of alarm course through her in remembering what her Professor (who had taught her everything regarding Chest Medicine) had said. A patient of asthma without a wheeze could be worse off than one with a wheeze. The parents confirmed she was having a wheeze before she stoppe...

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Someone who changed her life without realising it

Weekly Contest #254

The most people who change our lives are our parents, or siblings and at most our grandparents and friends.They help mould it, stringently at times, lovingly at others.Lovers mould and change your life too.In fact, she had had a few such loved ones in her life.When she was fifteen, she saw him raking up the leaves from his garden. A quiet shy girl she was, it wasn’t until he had seen her quietly mowing her lawn at evenings that he spoke to her.“Hi.”“Hi,” she said.He paused awkwardly with the broom for a moment and she blushed, ever so slight...

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Maya and Arav

He took it upon himself to butchering the dinner.Arav held it by its neck - snapped and cut off the head of the chicken as it went into an epileptic seizure. Next he removed the feathers off the bird and exposed its legs and breast - the clean and delicious parts of the dinner.All the other chicken cackled in a frenzy.Maya looked horrified."What did you just do?""What, this is the first time you've seen it done?" Arav asked her."Don't mess with lives."Maya stormed out."Help!" Someone screamed near the bank of the lake.Arav's sharp eyes darte...

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Sweet Victoria

Weekly Contest #253

The structure was set in stone. An old, partly demolished thing that had stood for ages and ages. Dust gathered over it, the path leading to it had giant craters crumbling the stone into irregular uneven edges that was slippery in the rains, and would make a person fall even without the rains unless you were careful. Beside the stone building hung a tent. The tent was kept clean despite what it looked from the outside. It was light in the morning and dark in the night. Inside the tent, was a little table. There was a lamp on the table. The...

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"Someday"

Weekly Contest #253

The wind blew one end of my scarf past my waist. I took it off clumsily and wrapped it around my ears over my head before wrapping my neck with it again.I was stuck in a storm in winter inside the school premises where I taught Mathematics. While it brought on a pleasant wintry chill, the taste of its shrill cold monsoon wind was not something I was too keen on enduring.Perhaps because I could tell no one that I was cold on the inside. There was someone I had been ignoring - a fellow English teacher.I strode past students who were leaving th...

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