Anupriya ___

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“An ode to homemade cookies and october rains” by Anupriya ___

I’d been fighting with my delete button for forty-five minutes, until I finally found the right arrangement of words. There! I think to myself. I’ve complimented his contribution; made my own contribution without making a slight towards his, and I’ve included my thoughts about how to progress for next quarter. All in less than three sentences! I mentally pat myself on the back for successfully compiling what I feel is personally an even better response to my boss than my last. I hit the send button. Closing my messag...

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“A year later Kafka died” by Anupriya ___

Moira put on her apron, signed in to her register, and prepared for the least busy day of the year. Her heart thrilled because she was finally old enough to participate in this most sacred of secular events. A moment later the doors opened and the customers started trickling in. The first one up at her counter was an old man in a parka, perpetually rubbing his hands. “Welcome to McDemocracy’s. Can I take your order?” Moira asked, beaming at him. “Yes, hello,” he said with an earnest grin. “I’m really hankering something, but I’m not sure wha...

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“and like the wind” by Anupriya ___

Submitted to Contest #89

He clutched the stems of the melancholie souls in a deathly grip, waiting anxiously for the potbellied owner of the flower shop to finish business with the boy in the late twenties and his order of a 2 dozen roses. Quite pretty they were, the rose flowers, with their red petals dank from the morning dew. Far auspicious a blossom than the ones he was currently gripping, like his life very much depended on it.He'd thought these flowers, the melancholie souls, were quite apt for the occasion he was getting them for, because you see, Dariel was ...

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“Broken shards and kintsugi's” by Anupriya ___

Submitted to Contest #77

The ceramic cup struggles to exhale one more puff of warm zephyr as Rue’s fingers drum rhythmically against the table in monotonous beats, as the milk tea’s heat slowly seeps away to blend seamlessly with the chilly morning air, barely fogging up the large window she was leaning up against.Her eyes stare transfixed at the vast expanse of white below her, dotted with the occasional high rising building. The snow-clearing company was down today, giving a valid excuse for the residents to stay at home and cozy up with a cup of coffee and netfli...

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Author bio

just a 15 year old struggling between her love for writing and self validation