Ananya Voss

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Woollen Suits and Face Cream” by Ananya Voss

Submitted to Contest #240

He was always there, in the sounds of his suggestions, in the unspoken glances when she acted out of turn, the cheeky winks he gave when he made a joke about her Mother, in the breeze when she closed her eyes and smelt his woollen suits and face cream.He passed on the Saturday night, after obediently taking the last, tender cup of tea to his wife, invalid in bed - he sat on the chair in the bedroom, relaxed, cradled his head in the cups of his hands, and fell forward into that beautiful, peaceful, slumber of the unbroken. The carer alwa...

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“Lapsang Souchong” by Ananya Voss

Submitted to Contest #111

Lapsang Souchong London, 1797 Emily’s long skirts flurried behind her as she stepped off the omnibus and weaved her way down Oxford Street. She was making a beeline to the Apothecary’s next to the huge imposing departmental store, Debenhams. The impressive new pavements were so much easier and pleasant to tread, now that those awful long awnings and signs had been forcefully taken down - no long...

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“Sisters” by Ananya Voss

Submitted to Contest #107

  The sister was shaking as her hand tremulously unlocked the front door using the key on the small key ring with a miniature slipper. She let herself into the familiar flat and looked around. The light shone in and threw dappled shadows of the tall Parlour Palms gently onto the cream walls. She turned the salt lamp on in the corner and a soft, hazy orange glow diffused through the room. The flat exuded style and taste. She was sure she had left the boots by the entrance- yet there they were by the window: slim, tall, pol...

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“Crocuses” by Ananya Voss

Submitted to Contest #86

The broken droplets of glass seemed to shatter and shimmer within her ears; not only was the sound a discordant jangle but also the sharp tiny pin pricks of the cruel edges of this rolling underpass she was travelling down were mercilessly rubbing and crushing within her ear drum. Leena rolled her head from side to side on the edge of sleep and awakening, attempted to shake herself out of the cold, suffocating tunnel with the barbarous spikes; pointy fingers were slowly closing in on her. She tossed and wriggled around, trying to open her...

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Author bio

I'm a teacher living in London trying to squeeze in some writing while tutoring, teaching and caring for my baby boy. Life is fast but great! I write using lots of metaphor & subtext. I don't always follow a linear narrative as memories and thoughts in life aren't always recalled in a linear way. I also like exploring the mystical, spiritual side to our personalities and what drives us on a primal level.