Bobby Gupta

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2019

Stories (7)

7 Stories

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“Stacy, Brett, and I: A True Fictional Story” by Bobby Gupta

Submitted to Contest #61

I recalled true past events to tell you my story and how it ended. If you don’t believe me, please visit planet Gilt, and ask for Stacy Linganore. So there.It all started with her, anyways. I believe everyone has a “Stacy” in their kindergarten lives. She was blonde, cute, and sweet. She wore blue dresses because blue was her favorite color. Her genuine inviting smile made you want to be around her. Stacy, Brett, and I --- the three of us were the best of friends. We grew up together, went to the same elementary school, ...

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“W Is For What” by Bobby Gupta

Submitted to Contest #60

Before heading to bed, detective Blake brushed his teeth. As always, his thoughts drifted, and he saw himself caught in a fierce windstorm. In the scene, it was midnight, and the rain poured like buckets. His weak umbrella couldn’t handle the pressure and gave.Why do I keep thinking about this? I must move on but this keeps haunting me.The gutters rattled. The howling gusts blew, pummeled, and pushed him beyond where he desired to go. Using his hands as a shield, he tried to see. The streetligh...

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“Amelia Earhart” by Bobby Gupta

Submitted to Contest #58

You're on a spaceship, out in space. You're a good student, and currently, you're learning about tiers. The professor's teaching the class how to move through the tier levels in their minds. You're his guinea pig for today. The professor and you conduct the session before the class. You start, "I want to be in the moment." The professor responds, "Then, close your eyes and tell me what you see. Tel...

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“On Board a Crashed Alien Spaceship on Mars” by Bobby Gupta

Submitted to Contest #56

Was this a good idea to enter a ship? Though our scans said it was uninhabited, you have to admit anything alien could happen. If anyone knows Data from Star Trek, his help would be greatly appreciated. Our scientist Sarah K. Fei discovered this crashed ship a month ago during an orbital scan. The ship since then has been dubbed “The Fei”. I personally would have preferred her middle name - Karima. The Fei had been permanently lodged on the mountainside. We believe because it’s red circular top matched that of the red clay of the...

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“The Witches' Thanksgiving” by Bobby Gupta

Submitted to Contest #17

“Well, well, well. Look who the cat dragged in?” Cynthia, the oldest witch, licked her fingers after she bit into her drumstick. She picked at her tangled gray hair. “What do you know, there’s my wand." “This is quite unexpected.” Samantha, the prettiest of the three witches, let go of her floating fork. She straightened her black skirt and turned to look at the cat. “Smells human and very fleshly,” sniffed Martha, the mature one, who rose up and pulled the front door wide open for the cat.&nbs...

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“Starry, This Happened Already. Love You.” by Bobby Gupta

Submitted to Contest #14

Once upon a time there was a glass tree house city hidden within the dark brown trees. It was filled with white lights, wooden bridges, slides, ladders, and zip lines. And lots of ropes and pails to haul and unload things. Dad and you walked hand in hand from the wooden boat shop to the market. It was a cloudy day, but you didn’t mind because of all the fall decorations. White and orange pumpkins and gourds lined the wooden walkways. There were autumn leaves with berries and pinecones spiraling around the light poles. Above you and over t...

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“The Setup” by Bobby Gupta

Submitted to Contest #13

It's October nightfall. You find orange leaves crushed here and there into the roads, needles everywhere. You feel like being among the forest trees in a hammock. Fall is your time of year, especially for Halloween. There’s a slight drizzle as you walk to the parking lot. You’re glad you’ll make it to your car in time before it starts to pour. You accidentally bump into someone. “I’m sorry,” you say, but the man keeps on heading towards the street. You see he’s blind. Where’s his cane? You try to guide him. Cars are coming. You run to sto...

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Author bio

Writing is like dreaming. When it comes, you feel it grab your attention. You're excited about the endless possibilities. Will this door open to another world or just the closet? Or will it change suddenly to scene where you're attacked by monsters hunting you down a dark street path and you're blind? You can't see, but you (the dreamer) can see your blind self running. And before you understand it. You're having dinner with a bunch of friends. Friends of yours in the dream that you know so well through and through. Until you wake up, that is. Hehe.