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Sara Misra

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2025

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The Golden Rule

Weekly Contest #366

I’d visited Mom many times over the last 20 years and knew from experience that whatever peace of mind I had gained meditating with the Dalai Lama’s group exiled in the foothills of the Himalayas would be challenged as soon as I walked in the door. Our relationship was based on an unspoken agreement to lie to each other and say, I love you. We lied about a lot more than that, we lied more than we spoke truth. She called the shots. I did my duty.She’d emailed me in India and asked me to come ‘home’. I came. She lived in a townhome that she ha...

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Swift as the Wind

When Pavanajava’s owner had led her out the gate and slapped her hind end to get her moving along the path, she thought perhaps again she would be going to a neighbors home to be bathed in lavender scented soap, her white coat, mane and tail would be brushed to a smooth shine with oils. Then they would place the jeweled manda headband with a plume of peacock feathers on her forehead. The anklets and bells on her legs would jingle delicately. When they finished dressing her in silk and satin fabrics stitched with sequins and gold thread, the ...

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Chickadee

Weekly Contest #351

Todays the day. Today I take control of my life. I will unlock the deadbolt. Then unhook the chain. Next comes the small lock in the door knob, I will turn it to the horizontal position. My right hand will twist the knob counterclockwise and pull the door towards me, I will step into the hallway and walk to the elevator.The clang of the delivery box opening and closing interrupted the visualization practice Luli's online therapist had given her last month. So far it had only succeeded in making her arm pits smell like canned chicken noodle s...

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The Last

Weekly Contest #349

“Whoopdidoo, another Himalayan rainbow mountain, made of nothing but rainbow dust.” Sara stopped dragging her well clad feet to inhale as much oxygen as she could take in at 15,000 feet. She let it out in a shout, “I’m sick of pretty, where the hell is a stream, a lake, a puddle, a drop of rain???Sheeeez!”She heard a bird screech, as if in reply, then doubted herself. Even so, she looked in that direction and decided the sound, real or imagined, was a sign to walk that way.There was a slight incline which helped to keep her upright as she fe...

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