A. A. Thakre

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“A Place Called Mind” by A. A. Thakre

Mid afternoon sun poured down even though winter had more than a month reserved. The sky appeared clear with a few gray masses hanging here and there. On the terrace, silence and calm ruled, however, some voices still leaked out from the house and rattled their reign. With the next moment came screaming voices and loud footsteps inching closer and closer. A little girl no more than five ran around, screaming, “Pa,...

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“Howling Wild” by A. A. Thakre

Submitted to Contest #77

“It’s anxiety, Avirath,” said the man without lifting his eyes. “Wha... H-how, how do you know? You are no doc, Pranay.” “You don’t need to be a doctor to grasp the situation.” Pranay fluttered through the pages. “The report concludes everything is normal. Nothing is amiss and yet, you insist it is. So, where does that leave us?” He waited expectantly. On eyeing a contorted face, he si...

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“A rope, a couple, and a crow” by A. A. Thakre

Submitted to Contest #63

The storm and the rain had come crashing down the day before yesterday; and yesterday, the sun came with its fiery rays, setting everything ablaze; now today, it drizzled in the early morning, while the dark, thick clouds still loomed on the horizon as the day proceeded into the late morning. There was a little hope of seeing caressing rays, descending from heavens. The calm weather seemed to have g...

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“60 Days to the Red Planet” by A. A. Thakre

Submitted to Contest #58

Day unknown; somewhere in interstellar space or the Red Planet’s proximity. The location has no bearing. Even if we had known there is only so much we can do. We are just adrift; flying like a dead stick in the endless expanse. The hope of returning to the original path seems dwindling. We look at each other’s haggard face for some light but there is nothing beside the hollow staring back at you. To sum it up, al...

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“A Lie & a Promise” by A. A. Thakre

Submitted to Contest #35

At the edge of the lake which was a poor mirror for the heavens above, her voice came floating down the cool breeze. It said, “You are a coward and pathetic man.” It has been coming and going since the morning. Spring was due for today and with a bright glow of melting butter, it had come sweeping over the plains and mountains, eloping and seducing everything in its wake. It cannot seduce all the things now, can it? For there are stories of how everything is merry and gay when the spring unveils and you will never know when you drown in t...

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“Worth of Gold” by A. A. Thakre

Submitted to Contest #34

The sun loomed over the horizon. If everything would have been usual, Dheeran would have called it an ordinary day. The only exception – it was the fourth day of lockdown. Under the banner of quarantine, the people were experiencing life in a way they had had not fathomed. The lethal novel Coronavirus was waging havoc around the globe. It spared no choice but to self-isolate oneself. Dheeran, like many others, was witnessing highs and lows while adjusting to this mood of survival. He got into a fight with his wife - Anika over hous...

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“A Scar on the Soul” by A. A. Thakre

Submitted to Contest #33

They had huddled together again just like yesterday, masking the presence of the one at the center. Whenever there is a crowd some sort of fun is happening and Vivek was not the kind to skip on little joy. His disgusted face, however, told a different story for the one hemmed in between was a helpless kid. He knew the kid. Was it his problem that he knew? Not like he went out to get acquainted. It just happened to be Vivek and the kid were together for a year, back in school days but that was a long time ago. Five years? No, it was six. V...

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Author bio

Behold, the introvert's worst nightmare - talk/write about yourself! For 26 years I've known myself, but when someone asks, I'm like, "um..." *confused noises* The one thing I do know about myself is, I don't know a thing about writing. So, you can find me experimenting with voice, style, rhythm, pattern, viewpoints, perspectives, and phrases. My writer's toolkit is getting heavier day by day. Therefore, I want to appreciate you for going through my stories! Thanks a bunch! I'm grateful for your support.