Deepika Viswanath

“"YOU"” by Deepika Viswanath

Author's note: My story is more about a painting with magical properties.ROSIEIt was a simple painting made up of simple colors. A beige background. A silhouette of a woman’s side profile. And a sun at the corner of the painting.When Rosie walked into the art museum and saw the painting for the first time, she let out a laugh. This simple a painting could not be showcased at a reputable museum in the heart of San Francisco, where the listing prize for the painting was $2,000! Rosie could probably recreate the painting in her sleep!The only r...

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“The Red Diary ” by Deepika Viswanath

Note: This mystery suspense story is a loose combination of the two above Reedsy prompts. This story is for mature audiences. ---------------------- Annabelle hadn’t the faintest idea why she was here. Her husband of five years had passed away in a tragic car accident ten months ago. Her friends had urged her to consider moving on and looking for love again, as Annabelle was, after all, twenty-seven and had her whole life ahead of her. She took their advice, even though her heart was not in it and downloaded a dating app. She found a match...

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“The Turquoise Leaf ” by Deepika Viswanath

As I trekked the damp, muddy terrain, I couldn't believe what was found on the ground.There were piles of golden brown leaves that were scattered all around. But this was not the astonishing sight that made me stop. In between the pile of leaves was a turquoise leaf. It sparkled, like it had glitter dots glued all over it.I bent down slowly to pick it up. It was a real leaf, alright. The veins that went from the stem to the tip of the leaf was slightly raised. It was a medium sized leaf that fit easily in my hands. I looked at it for a long ...

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“The Handsome Interruption ” by Deepika Viswanath

Submitted to Contest #104

I had been sitting inside my house, waiting for the call from my boyfriend to confirm our plans for tonight.It didn't come.I thought we were going to be hanging out at my place, watching a movie, having a drink, the works. But his phone seemed busy. I didn't push the matter more. After all, I wanted some time to work on my manuscript, as I was an author. I was writing a romance story and needed the peace and quiet.It was now 7 pm. My boyfriend still hadn't called me back. It left me worried, but I assumed he had his own life and was bus...

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“My Childhood Home ” by Deepika Viswanath

Submitted to Contest #89

PRESENT DAY …I looked at my house for the last time. Then I got in my car and drove off silently into the night. TWO MONTHS AGO I was sitting inside my living room, donned in a casual sweater and jeans, looking at the painted walls and the dusty paintings. I wanted to take one last look at them as I turned to the flyers in my hands. The flyers that were responsible for getting my house sold. The pictures of the interior of the house and the exterior flashed before my eyes. So much in life had changed yet the house that was reflect...

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“Why is the Squirrel the Favorite Animal of the Grassland? ” by Deepika Viswanath

Submitted to Contest #86

 The tiny squirrel made his way around the grass, nibbling at each end, pausing every now and then to look up. It was brown in color, with streaks of white fur. He then made his way to a part of the grass that was dry. There were a few chestnuts in that space. Swiftly, he picked one up. His puffy cheeks bit the chestnut as he held it in his paws.When he was done, the squirrel ran towards a garden which was next to the patch of grass.The garden had a single rose budding from its stem. It was planted in the ground. It was unique as it was...

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“A New Start ” by Deepika Viswanath

Submitted to Contest #81

“Oh Carla, you don’t know how it’s like, being the only one at home, all alone,” said Amy, one night at the Pearl Dining Co.Amy Michelle was a 47-year-old restaurant manager. She ran the Pearl Dining Co., a reputed sea food restaurant/bar in Manhattan, New York. She had curly blonde hair and was serious in nature.“I sure don’t!” burst Carla Jones, a waitress at the restaurant. She on the other hand, was lively, had the personality of a bumbling bee. Her brown hair adorned her youthful face. She was after all, only 25.“I just work, go ho...

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“The Coffee Shop” by Deepika Viswanath

Submitted to Contest #63

She entered inside, leaving the cool air that engulfed her, behind. The door of the coffee shop opened and closed with a slam. Several other people looked up, taken aback by the sudden noise. This coffee shop had been there for a long time in the city. Since 1967. And they hadn't repaired the front doors in five years. So obviously, the interior architecture was bound to be faulty- the door included. The woman who entered inside, Brianne Melrose, was supposedly late for an appointment. Brianne was a pretty young woman with bright red hair, t...

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“A Move to Remember ” by Deepika Viswanath

Submitted to Contest #59

Corey and Michelle Piper were two people who didn't like change in their lives. Which is why it was surprising that Corey was happy moving to New York, while Michelle was adamant of staying in California. Corey liked the big city, whereas Michelle liked living in the quiet suburbs. But, the day that they both moved into their Manhattan apartment, Michelle had an interesting experience that made her change her mind about disliking New York. As the workers loaded the couple's belongings from the U-Haul truck into their apartment, Michelle saw ...

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“In 50 years...” by Deepika Viswanath

Submitted to Contest #57

Time travel is not real. At least that's what people tell me. I'm not one to believe in deep theories or go into long discussions into what our world will look like in the future. I am all about living life in the moment. But sometimes when I looked in the mirror, I wondered how I'd be like, 50 years from now. I'd be around 70 or so. Most importantly, I would like to know, how I would be remembered by those who know me. Would I be remembered for being a good person, or for being someone who took life for granted? I had no idea why I was t...

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“ A Tale of Two______” by Deepika Viswanath

Submitted to Contest #56

Write a story about two people meeting during unusual circumstances and becoming fast friends.--------------------------------------------------------------------------I had just boarded the plane and sat down in my seat. Time to go to New York and pursue my dream of becoming a fashion designer, I thought. I was 23, and knew that this is what I wanted to do in life. I was a vivacious brunette, had a lively looking face and was all smiles, especially today.Minutes later, I was waiting for the boarding process to finish. I finished settin...

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“The Happenings of the Peterson Family ” by Deepika Viswanath

Cast out in a clearing, high on the hill, stood the mansion of the Peterson family. It was a quaint, vintage-looking property with wooden exteriors and a brick roof. The first of the Peterson family bought the house in the 1890s. Since then, each generation was passed down the property, every twenty or so years. Family history aside, today was a special day. Today was the day, the remaining Peterson family members were reuniting for a family dinner, at none other than the Peterson mansion.Grandfather Peterson, known as Earl Peterson was...

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“Every Dark Cloud has a Silver Lining ” by Deepika Viswanath

Submitted to Contest #54

The white walls in my apartment was a contrast to the orange skies outside. Everything felt empty inside while people outside were happily living. I couldn't help but think about what I did. Ever since I left Colin, and Napa Valley, I realized what a terrible mistake that was. I looked out the window of my apartment, from my living room. I saw cars going by, and people walking the streets. I looked down at my phone. Should I do it? Are there such things as second chances? I called the first name that was on my "Favorites" list of conta...

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