Arya Roy

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Stars of Blood ” by Arya Roy

Submitted to Contest #39

The man glanced up at the stars and sighed, examining the faint twinkle emerging from them. His ivory shirt was drenched in blood and perspiration. His face scrunched up in disgust as his body’s acrid scent wafted to his nostrils. He ignored it and tried to focus on the stars, something he always did after claiming a life. It gave him time to remember if he had erased all evidence that might lead back to him, allowed him to clear his mind and think about his next victim. The people he chose were random, and often he didn’t know them. They wo...

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“A Window Into Hell” by Arya Roy

Submitted to Contest #38

The night was consumed by an eerie and chilling silence when Matthew finally returned home. His otherwise white shirt was smeared with blood, its ruby shade drying up to a rotten hue of brown. His bloodshot eyes darted across his excuse of a dwelling, from the cracking walls spray-painted with profanity and messy graffiti, to the dusty wooden panels of the floor. His gaze then turned to the object in his hand, which he had covered in washcloth to make it appear as if it were something mediocre and ordinary. He uncovered his possession, revea...

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“The Mother” by Arya Roy

Submitted to Contest #37

I sighed in relief and exhaustion as the final nail was dug in the soft, wet soil, looking up as the tent transformed from a withered piece of cloth to a welcoming place to temporarily dwell in. I cautiously unzipped it, afraid of reducing it to what it was more than two hours ago. Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I switched it off and smiled. Two days away from the world. I did it every year, in the same place, on the same date. I lay down on the floor and closed my eyes, and the overwhelming fatigue left my body.…Fog left my lips as I ...

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“The Escape ” by Arya Roy

Submitted to Contest #35

Sirens wailed, lights blinded my eyes, a cacophony of voices could be heard overhead, while crouched in the sewer, my garments drenched in gutter water. Trembling and whimpering, I awaited the comforting silence. It would give me the assurance that the coast was clear. An hour had already passed, and my fingers drummed against the sewer’s dingy walls in impatience. My leg had a cramp, and the scratches on my arm were bleeding heavily, turning the grey-black water into a bright crimson. I waited until the sirens died out, until the blaring li...

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