Aarshia Ray

“Befuddled ” by Aarshia Ray

Submitted to Contest #87

The usually reserved twins, Samantha and Sharon Frost, were having an unusually loquacious breakfast. They couldn’t stop discussing how their picnic was going to be, as their blue-framed glasses slipped off their noses.The glasses had always been too big for them. But life had taught them that it was better to wear huge glasses than to repair them. After all, these spectacles were the reason why today they were dead. They were driving to the shop, when… they don’t remember what exactly happened. They have vague memories of the truc...

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“Apprehension ” by Aarshia Ray

Tick… Moira stood behind the last vacant chair. She didn’t want to come today. She hadn’t even wanted to look up the date of the event. But her friends had gone to look, and had dragged her along. She had seen the cold date of 27th March, although hadn’t bucked up the courage to tell anyone about it. Not yet… she had thought. They will know one day about it. She had even debated if she ought to come or ...

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“The Identical Performer ” by Aarshia Ray

Submitted to Contest #73

 Somehow, last year, I hadn’t been quite keen to attend the Christmas Party for Musicians. Maybe, I wanted it to be a quiet Christmas, just with my family. Maybe I wanted to call some old friends over. Maybe I wanted to go to a holiday to some tropical region. Point was, I didn’t want to attend the party, and there was no specific reason for it. My brain told me to deny and that was what I decided. When Frank had calle...

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“Twenty-Four Years Later... ” by Aarshia Ray

It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. The windy day ruffled the grasses alongside the memorial. Autumn had indeed brushed its colours on the quiet churchyard; brown leaves were scattered everywhere. The sun gleamed down on the bushes, and her. Like it was greeting Skye Benson, like it knew what an important day it was for her. Skye Benson moved the dry leaves that ...

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“The Farmhouse ” by Aarshia Ray

Submitted to Contest #55

When I had received a call from Dora, about the idea of decorating our ancestral home, I was quite excited. But little did I know what we would face there…Our ancestral house… since childhood I had heard of its stories from Mum and Dad. Though Mum says that I had been there when I was little, I don’t have the faintest memory of it. I was quite pleased when I had heard that it was getting renovated, and more, when I came to know about a grand party going to be held after the renovation, with all our relatives—close and di...

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“The Mysterious Letters ” by Aarshia Ray

Submitted to Contest #51

“Oh! We have reached,” I said as the car swerved left, entering a once properly trimmed garden, but now had rather unruly bushes.“I am so angry with Tina; she had promised that she would come.” Pam was really upset.“Yes, Veronica’s gone for a vacation and Stella’s gone to her gran’s and now Tina...” said Susan.“Hey, I forgot to mention, she called me yesterday. She told me that her elder brother had come home for the Christmas and thus she was unable to come. Gals why don’t you enjoy the beauty of this place!”“...

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“The Night That Didn’t End” by Aarshia Ray

Submitted to Contest #50

 “What was that?” I woke up on a shivery winter night and started searching for my specs. “It’s so dark, seems the middle of the night… what a nightmare I had.” I thought, resettling to sleep. “Hey no! That’s not a dream. Someone’s banging the door. But at this hour! What is the time now? Where’s my cellphone? Goodness, it’s 12!” I paused. Another bang followed… making me really frightened now. I’m alone at home and it seems someone’s trying to break down the door. Should I… open it? Of course not, I decided, burying ...

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“The Visitor” by Aarshia Ray

Submitted to Contest #43

“Ding-Ding” the alarm clock started beeping, “Ding-Ding”. “Yes, yes, getting up…,” I murmured. I lazily got up to ready myself, took a bite of toast and eggs for breakfast, and finally got inside my study, locked myself in and settled down for a busy day. I was completely absorbed in a very serious and interesting article when suddenly the doorbell started ringing in an abruptly loud volume which almost knocked me off the chair.“Who can it be?” I thought as I glanced at the watch and went to open ...

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