Aditya Pillai

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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“The Absolute Faith of Asteroid Disaster Denial” by Aditya Pillai

It's a lovely day in August in the town of X; the sun is shining brightly, a pleasant breeze is blowing and an asteroid 3,280 feet in diameter is hurtling towards it at a speed of 53,000 miles per hour.But this is not the story of the asteroid.This is the story of that lovely day in August in the town of X.A is sitting on a bus, sweating profusely. Not because of the heat, no—it is actually much more cooler than he expected. The cause of his unnatural perspiration is seated right next ...

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“Guilt Trip” by Aditya Pillai

Guilt is a curious thing, isn't it? I think so. I watch it on the television every night. Yesterday it was the millionaire who touched kids. The day before yesterday was the politician who took money that wasn't his. Before that—was it a murderer? Or another rapist? I forget. There are just too many faces. I change the channel and watch a person on a unicycle get the big shiny buzzer. I clap.Tonight I walk through the streets. It's dark and everything is very still. I see a bird flying overhead. Alone, while the whole wo...

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“Crimson Tears” by Aditya Pillai

It was summer; the sky was blue, the birds were chirping and Johann wanted to die.It was a curse. It would lure him in every year, making him feel emotions that weren't his. The excitement, the anticipation, the rush of release; all that which had seemed so wonderful and natural in the moment made him feel sick to his stomach in retrospect.The illusion of thrill; one not felt in and of itself, but only in its anticipation.It was a salesman who sweet talked you into buying that oh-so-ne...

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“Who Killed Sally Evans?” by Aditya Pillai

“Wait, I am not sure I understand. You saw her?”“I saw her.”A beat.“Be serious.”“I am. Do I look like I am lying?”His eyes burned with righteous indignation.“You think you saw her, then.”“I am not crazy.”“You never know.”A sharp intake of breath.“You have never not believed me before.”“You have never said anything this unbelievable before.”I stood up. This was going nowhere.“Wait! We can go there together! We can see her! Maybe she...

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