Anuji Withana

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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“The Skyline” by Anuji Withana

Submitted to Contest #103

Strange shadows flickered in the empty streets after the New York skyline lowered. The neon lights tripped on, one after the other as the city sky glittered in land born stars.  It was a late evening in Spring and I had just started off as a writer at Vogue Magazine this month. The leaves crumbled under my heel as I walked downtown. The shops were closing down, and the mannequins stooped at me from shop fronts in ghastly glares of the new fashionable era. A large billboard of Jennifer Aniston-my favorite, hung right in front o...

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“My Favorite” by Anuji Withana

Submitted to Contest #100

I slowly descended the flight of stairs. It was a little past 6pm as I came in from work, much early today to not miss our day. I wanted a surprise for her. Earlier today, the morning conversation with her, had taken an unexpected turn into an argument just before we were running late for work.  And then, neither of us brought it up during the day, except for the normal formalities of a bill payment and a couple of groceries, she called me for.  She was not home yet. She was supposed to be later than 7, so I had enough time. I had ...

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“The Fifteenth Day” by Anuji Withana

Submitted to Contest #99

The morning wake up call. A loud blaring in my ears and I pulled down the sheets to hit snooze before another trigger.  I spend a few minutes cuddled up in the sheets.  My family was away at 'home' and I had prompted to stay at the apartment, when lockdown struck. Since the era of the pandemic, everything was distant, virtual and online. Well I wasn’t occupied, so it was a quarantined day.   Alone all along... I make my bed, freshen myself before I tie my hair in a messy bun and walk up the corridor into the living room....

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“The Eldest” by Anuji Withana

Submitted to Contest #98

I was cautiously walking down the bazaar street. The night market was buzzing into action. Neon lights flooded one by one, as the electricity crackled in the small shop fronts, all crowded with men and women in  after-office attire. The noise was deafening as they brawled away on bargains and chatted away the essence of their day. A couple of officers in uniforms patrolled the area with their batons in hand, eyeing the suspicious out of the corners of their eyes. I felt sweat trickle down my back and all my nerves gather ...

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“Familiar” by Anuji Withana

Submitted to Contest #97

The bus stopped. None called for it. I stood on the platform. I definitely didn’t call for it. The name plate wasn’t my cue. Indeed, I didn’t think it was for anyone either. ‘Sky-high’ wasn’t even a place. Who did they tease now?  The night was darker the minute. Now it wasn’t moving. I looked at it.  It was velvety black and full of windows. I couldn’t see anyone. A rainbow shone on its rear. It wasn’t 3D art I figured. All seven colors intense at night, a non-rainy night. It was flowing like a river down its edge mixing into ...

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“Home away from Home” by Anuji Withana

Submitted to Contest #96

I sat down with a sigh. The midday heat was creasing through my body and I felt the beads of sweat on that rollercoaster down my spine. The pony tail at the back of my head was making me really uncomfortable so I just remove my hair band and prop it all up in a bun. I knew I look tragic wearing my hair that way, but the extreme heat gave me no other option. I fanned my hands in defense but it was of no avail, so I strained forwards to pick up the newspaper. A quiet creak. I dust it off on my pants and start fanning myself. After a few mo...

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“Closer than ever” by Anuji Withana

Submitted to Contest #95

Greasy evenings in unsheltered terrain. The sun was nowhere to be seen. Dark clouds hovered over my shoulders in strict guard. The heavy drops kept thundering out all over the place in a revolting chitter-chatter that I start to feel them seep in through the mess of my clothes.  Inch by inch the levels are rising and the sunken feet level had risen to my knees. The water is a turmoil in a ruddy dead brown, that I can no more see my feet.  And it smells of wreak. I imagine the chemistry of the mixture in my head with utter disgust a...

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“The Man in the Blue Tuxedo ” by Anuji Withana

Submitted to Contest #94

She ran outside. The blaring music kept on buzzing in her ears and the world was spinning around her. Three and a half hours of continuous dancing and she felt numb at her legs. Outside, the cold wind brushed through her sweaty curls as she stumbled and sat on the sidewalk. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She couldn’t believe what she saw. That tuxedo. How did he find me? She had no clue. It was long into their connection of knowing each other. They were friends initially, working out as project partners, playing the hockey team, and eventua...

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“New Lil Dojo” by Anuji Withana

Submitted to Contest #93

Party at 6. It was the only whisper at college today. Most of the girls ran off in the mid-noon break calling ceasefire on lectures as they were going to be late for dresser appointments. I was counting till the clock hit two. It was another kind of mission today. The batch party was organized at 6 today and Lil Dojo was going to sing tonight!   As the clock ticked 2, we flew off like free bees, walking ecstatically towards the gate and off. I had to get home with Treen and then eat, wash off, prep and be off to our app...

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“Perfect ” by Anuji Withana

Submitted to Contest #81

The notes were high in the bar. The sound was buzzing in ears as I sipped the cocktail slowly to the rhythm. I watched as the waitress danced her own beat as she served the last of the waiting customers. It was a Friday night and business was good. I was a usual, and I recognized the new faces opening up here. I was swirling my glass in the final sips, as the door opened with a  clatter and he entered. My heart skipped a beat.A moment of a lost soul.He walked straight at the bar. The 5ft 10 without a little lack...

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