Arora Gleans

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2024

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“The Emerald Keychain” by Arora Gleans

Submitted to Contest #277

When Hannalina Grey entered the office, it was one minute past nine in the morning. She strutted across the white marble floor with a paper cup of coffee wrapped beneath her pointy red nails. Hannalina always rolled in a minute late with her chocolate hair snatched up in a ponytail. The sweet lady at the reception hollered good morning in her usual cheery mood and Hannalina displayed her signature smile—straight teeth and sparkly from all the whitening she endured. Although Hannalina entered the office late with a certain grandeur, there was...

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“Milk Chocolate Summers” by Arora Gleans

Submitted to Contest #276

When I was younger I told my friends I liked dark chocolate—bitter dark chocolate, eighty-five percent cocoa. I found dark chocolate was sophisticated and elegant, so having an affinity for it decked me with maturity. Although I boldly conveyed my unique interest in the bitter and dry taste, somewhere buried inside, I truly loved milk chocolate. Not just any milk chocolate, but the most simple and effective kind. Cadbury Dairy Milk chocolate. It was the very taste that imaginarily lingered on my tongue during the car ride Mummy and I took fr...

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“David Summer and the Panel of Death” by Arora Gleans

Submitted to Contest #275

David Summer was a good man. He wore round spectacles and his few tufts of white hair always stood on his head, bestowing him a sweet old-age appearance, although he wasn’t quite as old as many thought. He had broad shoulders and stood at five feet six inches tall while his wife, Regina Summer, was slightly shorter. The two of them had a daughter as sweet as nectar, so the parents leaned towards an acceptable flower name—Lily. David went to work every day for the past thirty years and changed companies only twice. His family didn’t know what...

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“A Tale of the Weorbyn” by Arora Gleans

Submitted to Contest #274

The weorbyn is a fuzzy creature with black fur and yellow button eyes. Its round stature stands five inches above the ground and its floating demeanor of movement allows it to be mistaken for a ball of dust. The weorbyn is a rare creature, found within the thicket of bushes. Many have forgotten the legend of this small, yet malicious animal. Do not be fooled by its honey-like voice infiltrating your ears and slow blinking, reminiscent of puppy eyes. While a Kraken or Griffin is rightfully feared for their strength and horrific presence, a we...

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“The Strangeling Guardians Society ” by Arora Gleans

Submitted to Contest #273

The tree branch tapped on the window twice just like it had been doing for the past few days as Roslivipona Stone ran her hands through her scalp once and then one more time. She was too preoccupied to notice the branch. Roslivipona eyed her chin-cropped hair, which never grew longer; the two chunks of dark locks near her temples created the illusion of a devil’s horns. Roslivipona patted her hand near her temples each morning, only to find the spikes rigid in place. She sighed in front of the mirror, hoping her hair would cooper...

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“The Part-Ghost Family on Oaktree Way” by Arora Gleans

Submitted to Contest #272

I’m standing near the tiny kitchen window with cracked glass, remembering the very day we decided to move into The Haunted Mansion on Oaktree Way. Its bark-like exterior, jagged appearance, and the fact it balances upon an oak tree repel people more than any bug repellent I have known. This is why Fred, Luna, and I moved in this summer. I distinctly remember Luna speaking to the agent when we considered moving to Raffashire, just outside London. “We want to see the quietest house in this town; somewhere people hardly cross by,” L...

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“Rain Water” by Arora Gleans

Submitted to Contest #271

Nothing was worse than the sight of rain stepping right out of the London Tube. The rain in London showed no mercy. My blonde curls went haywire and my lips froze to the point where it became hard to speak without feeling like I was under a dose of anesthetics after visiting the dentist. I pulled a rubber band off my wrist and turned my loose hair into a topknot. It was either a messy bun or hair with a life so much of its own that it would make anyone look twice. I couldn’t let James see that side of my hair, so I completed the final ...

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Author bio

My name is Isha Arora (also known as Arora Gleans), and I am a fashion marketing graduate from the London College of Fashion. Although I pursued a business degree, I have had a lifelong passion for storytelling through various mediums: photography, dance, digital art, and most of all, writing. From a young age, I have been captivated by the power of words to transport our imagination into new territories. Since those early years, I have dreamt of creating a world of my own through writing. I have been working on my first book for some time and I hope the themes of friendship, family, and identity against a fantasy backdrop resonate with audiences across ages. Alongside working on my first novel, I have been exercising my writing skills through crafting short stories. I hope the short stories I have written here on Reedsy are found to be interesting :). To see some more of my work (whether it be more writing, poetry, or photography) you can take a look at these accounts on IG: @arora.gleans @aroraangles__