Agnes Sharan

“Maudlin” by Agnes Sharan

Submitted to Contest #79

  content warning: abuse, suicide   I looked at the light from the lamp shine clearly on the counter top, and sighed in relief. I should’ve known better than to start a bar, but despite knowing all the messy nights I’ve dealt with in them, I did it anyway. I’ve always waved it off, hoping not to let that past hold me back. Last night’s brawl though was something even my bouncers and I couldn’t have anticipated.    I looked around at the dim lit space, sunlight trickling through the transparent door. When dawn creeps on th...

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“Words Unspoken” by Agnes Sharan

It was just another day for us. We ran through the wheat fields, laughing and playing, him with his sling and me with my ball, running as quickly as our little legs could carry us back to the village before the sun went down. It was when we reached that I noticed that the evening air was different. The shadows may be playing tricks on my eyes but I could see a lot more movement than was usual. He turned to me, his eyes questioning if I knew something but I just shrugged. We parted ways at the fork separating the roads to our homes. I wa...

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“Summer Promise” by Agnes Sharan

Submitted to Contest #39

I felt the sun’s warmth dance across my skin as it made its way through the tree leaves, its trickles swaying like the waves on the checkered blanket. My legs were starting to fall asleep from being stretched out for so long. I dusted my hands and grabbed my book, pen hovering over the sheets as words escaped me. Just then, like a curtain falling on the stage, my sight was blinded. “You’re late.” I bit out, trying to stop my lips from lifting to a smile. I felt his slight breath near my ears, “And how should I plead for my forgiven...

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“Deranged Minds” by Agnes Sharan

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #24

The sound of her heels echoed through the narrow corridor, the path taking longer than it usually would. Small doors, barely able to fit a child dotted the sides of the walls, holding in them some of the world’s most deranged minds. She could feel the guards patrolling shudder as they walked by, something in the air making their skin crawl. It's the thought, she had long before concluded, of sharing the same breath of the supposed good and bad guys. Almost as if they’d catch the same madness that had possessed these beings to commit the hein...

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“Caramel” by Agnes Sharan

Submitted to Contest #18

They say our instincts act in a split second.“Arrrrthhhuurrrr!” My head was ringing, my jaw clenched. It was a cold windy night, the alley not any kinder. I pulled my coat tighter around myself. My body was fighting the cold, but the fear coursing through seemed to warm it enough to make my clenched fists sweat. I wanted to put my hand into my pocket but knew that won’t do me any good at this point.“Arrrrthhhurrrr!”I kept seeing him out of the corner of my eyes, grinning, his eyes lit up like he’s happy right where he is. He looked bett...

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“Indigo Blue” by Agnes Sharan

Submitted to Contest #2

DisclaimerThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ***‘This land,’ my forefathers used to say, ‘is alive. It feels. It was never meant to give us what we didn’t need. And if we take more than what is owed, it shall rise against us.’Indigo blue, the early morning sky just before the sunrise, lays before me. Ne...

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