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Akshaya Sutrave

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2020

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Fifteen Months...

Akshaya Sutrave

A/N- Not related to the prompt. Just something I wrote in my diary and then decided to post with a few modifications. Based on real life.The moment I reach home, it feels like I’ve stepped into vintage memory. Pale objects that don’t belong to the present, are left untouched, exactly as I had left them fifteen months ago. The floor is laden with dust - layers of it - and the balcony is strewn with pigeon poop and feathers. I’m just eyes and ears, neck swiveling around to have a good glimpse at everything. I can’t even register everythin...

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Miss Yoon-Ah of Earth

Akshaya Sutrave

Author’s note: This is a collab with my amazing writer friend Jasey Lovegood! Check my comment for the link to her POV! Sometimes, Emmeline-Chanel Sun Yoon-Ah wished she lived in fantasy. No, cut the ‘sometimes’. Make it ‘mostly’. Maybe it was because of her obsession with reading and poetry, or because she never really found it comfortable being too close to reality. She’d read all the major fantasy books that were there. You name it- Harry Potter, the Hunger Games, Divergent - and she would have them on her bookshelf. “Why can’t somethin...

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The Creatures of the Clearing

Akshaya Sutrave

The iciness of the winter had been replaced with a blanket of pink blossoms. The sun was radiant once again, creatures stirring from their shelters. Flowers bloomed from their buds, swaying in the breeze, festooning the lands in a myriad of various colors."It's pretty, isn't it?" Said Maria, peering outside, "I wonder when I can go outside."She picked a few nuts from the pantry, gathering them inside a cloth cover before slinging it over her shoulder and heading towards the door."I'm heading over to my friend's, mom!" She called out. When sh...

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From the Previous Century

Akshaya Sutrave

Author's note: This isn't exactly depressing, but it might appear a little upsetting to some.Esther (1943)Twenty-four hours.Twenty-four hours for my entire life to turn upside down.And now I was locked up in the attic miles away from home.It all started when my parents had rushed to my brother and me that night with coats, saying in hoarse voices, "Gather only what you need and hurry! We need to move." They had been searching for a place all these months. We weren't allowed to go to school the past few weeks, in fear of the danger our l...

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There Goes A Whole Year... Like Sand

Akshaya Sutrave

Submitted to Contest #83

She rowed across the sea, pain wracking her arms. Land was only a few meters away, but it felt like miles. She wanted to stop, to capitulate, but how could she give up, after all she had fought for?“May!” a voice called, “Quit that reading! You have an exam tomorrow, and you don’t want to do poorly on it!”I sighed, wanting to act like I hadn’t heard, but I knew that would call for trouble.“Alright mom,” a soft sigh escaped my lips. I slipped a bookmark into the novel and clasped it shut. That was just my luck; right when the story had climax...

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Twist of Life (Klara’s POV)

Akshaya Sutrave

Submitted to Contest #79

Author's note: This is a collab story I did with Varsha Vimal. The link to her story in Brittany's POV is below!The rays of the early morning sun fell through the windows and brightened the dorm room, like a reminder that it was time to wake up. The others in my dorm slept on, but I crawled out of bed, careful to maintain the tranquilness as I stepped away from the others.I was ready in less than half-an-hour. I scooted over to the table beside my bed and after I got hold of my calculus book and stationery box, and went to class.I was the fi...

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On the Run

Akshaya Sutrave

Submitted to Contest #77

Author’s note: Personally, I feel this story would have been better with a few thousand more words, but that’s the word count limit for you. Everything here is completely fictional! And PLEASEEE critique it (I don’t mind how harsh or to-the-point it is, as long as it is constructive)The coldness of the snow stung my feet as I plodded through the icy ground. My feet sunk into the soft snow of the once green hinterlands of Tasmania. Chilling wind bit against my cheeks, blowing with full force. A coat of dense fog clouded the landscape ahe...

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A Resolution of Five Years

Akshaya Sutrave

Submitted to Contest #75

Dear Diary, January 1, 2021My New Year Resolution since 2016: Keep a diaryI can’t believe I’m doing this again, hiding inside my room, the curtains drawn, and the door locked close.I’m writing and I don’t want anyone to know it.Yes, I, Alison Winters, am writing a diary right on New Year’s Day. (Happy New Year, by the way)Oh, Gods. This feels so weird. I’m scribbling down utter nonsense into something non-living, talking (well, writing) to it as if it were a person!What was I supposed to say to a diary? My thoughts? My fe...

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A Dreamer's Dream

Akshaya Sutrave

15:06:11 August 20th I see the time, my heart thumping inside me. My arms lie weak at my sides, which is ironic because I’m supposed to be a swimmer. My legs feel stony and I’m afraid I will lose my balance. Hundreds of people swarm around me, their voices merging into one before hitting my ears like a torpedo. They’re all unknown, but that is the least of my worries. It takes some time to realize what has happened, and what is happening. Reality hits me hard. I have won the Summer Olympics. 15:06:12 The medal is hung around my neck, i...

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Fingers Crossed, for 2021!

Akshaya Sutrave

Submitted to Contest #74

2020 Mapped out:Goal #01- January- Make this a fantastic new decadeI can’t believe this. This is the start of a fresh year. A year that is the very first of a whole new decade! It is something almost the entire world has been anticipating. I’m on top of the world right now. I need to follow every last resolution of mine this time. Whatever happens, this decade is going to be different, and I can feel it in my bones. Let’s make it a better decade in a better world!Goal #02- February- Continue the ‘smooth sail’So far, everything has ...

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Gone With the Snowflakes

Akshaya Sutrave

Submitted to Contest #72

Fifteen-year-old Amanda Thrift was in her dorm, waiting for the day to get over. She was slumped on a couch, magazines piled up beside her in a messed heap. Darkness had replaced day. Amanda loved the dark. Her college-mates made fun of her, saying she was a cat herself, not a human being. Amanda ignored them. Ever since she’d shown up, she despised everything there, from its dimly lit corridors to the cafeteria.Amanda had never fit in. She didn’t want to.She flipped through a mystery book. One she had leafed through around a million times b...

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A Cookie Rivalry

Akshaya Sutrave

Submitted to Contest #71

"Lilly," I heard a voice, "are you in there?" “Yes, I am,” I said, as my older sister, Winnie, walked into my room. “You know,” she said, “Philip and Richard shall be here by noon.” Philip and Richard were our cousins. Neither Winnie nor I had visited them often, which was a little unusual. This was going to be the first we were seeing of them, in a long time. I supposed it would be something of a change. * * * “Okay now, where next?” asked I, as Richard, Winnie, Philip, and I made our way through the shops of the summer carnival. “We’re don...

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The Delectable Delicacy

Akshaya Sutrave

It was yet another evening, sunny and cool, lush green trees swaying in the breeze. The park was almost empty, the footpath reflected the rays of the setting sun, casting a glow on the row of houses arranged across the street. It was just the way Rita liked it. She was on a stroll outside, trying to enjoy the tranquility, grateful for the peace. This was something, she liked to think, that rarely came her way. Nothing like a day when you’re left to your own devices, free to spend your time the way you want. She didn’t realize that she had st...

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A Legacy of Her Own

Akshaya Sutrave

Author’s note: This is the continuation of 'In Remembrance' Throughout the journey on the airplane, Nadia sat back and dissolved into her thoughts.It was nearly December, the month when her relatives got together at a gathering. Once a year, they met at a commonplace as a vast family. This had been long-standing tradition, to help keep everyone in touch, seeing that they were spread all across the globe.Not everyone came in person, of course. If there was anything in their way, they would make a virtual appearance. Nadia had kept a constant ...

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In Remembrance

Akshaya Sutrave

Submitted to Contest #68

It had been twenty-four years since she'd last seen it, but the place looked the same. She couldn't believe it had been that long since she had visited it. That thought made her contrite. Was it that she had been too busy? Or that she had avoided going there all these years? Nadia stood in front of her old neighborhood. The one where she had been raised. She was only eleven when she had been sent to a boarding school, and she hadn't returned ever since. Thoughts and memories floated in front of her eyes, refusing to leave, but she did not te...

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