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Ashmit Kar

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2021

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Beyond Memories

Ashmit Kar

The lightbulb is a lifeline against the encroaching dark, a last vestibule, standing strong. So. Hindsight: irony’s a bitch. A sigh escapes me unwittingly, the fog of my breath a cesspool that ebbs and flows in glittering silvers. Poetic injustice, to be sure. But. I’m too tired to care, really. It’s always been like this, Johnny old boy. Face it like a man! The words still manage to elicit a huff of wry, broken amusement out of me; the line a tether, a stronghold to my sanity. It really says something about a situation when the slur ...

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This is Not a Love Story

Ashmit Kar

Submitted to Contest #137

It started with a bang, the threads pulling at the old counterpoint like a pair of oxymorons straining at the leash. It began, as all things do, with two polar opposites. It was an upheaval, the polarity coming apart at the seams. The entropy was a living thing, starching across Space, bringing Time down in a bundle of singularity covered in ephemeral Gravity. There was a point, a massive completeness that existed as all things exist, in perpetual disarray. There was an Order to its Chaos – a Yin to its Yang. (this was a tim...

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I'm Home

Ashmit Kar

Submitted to Contest #135

No one ever tells you the beginning, the moment when time seems to stretch. I always found time to be such a malleable thing. Fragile, in its own right. Yet we handle it so carelessly, blissfully unbothered as traces of it slip through our fingers like so many immutable grains into a never-ending crescendo. And all we are left with, in the end, is this feeling of dread, our heart pumping, pumping, pumping. Beating with all its might to keep us here, now. To remind us firmly of the ground beneath our feet, the concrete sweating with the after...

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Love, Hope, and a Price

Ashmit Kar

Submitted to Contest #90

The green leaves were a vision in perpetuity in the rainy summer evening. The clouds hid the sun behind her shaded groves. A sliver of light still managed to escape and came down on the leaves like heaven’s grace. It was a sight to behold. Four strangers stood around it in a not-so-random pattern, attention rapt on the sifting sunlight in the weathered vane, set against the backdrop of rain and hail. If you were to ask them what they were so caught up in, they would not have ...

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