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“Fear: A Fan Fiction” by Devi VK

From the corner of my left eye, I could see her struggling with the bed. She was trying out different angles. First, she stood upright and gave it a ridiculously weak backward nudge with her calf. Then she bent forward—her left leg at a right angle, the ball of her right foot jammed against the floor—and pushed with both her hands. The mahogany behemoth stayed unmoved as though screwed to the floor. She plopped down on the edge of the bed, the memory foam mattress sagging slightly under her weight. I waited for her to look in ...

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“To Go or Not To Go” by Devi VK

Submitted to Contest #93

UNTIL THE WINTER OF 1996, Vidhi Ramasamy would jump out the school bus even before the door had sprung fully open, sprint down the service lane that led straight from her bus stop to her house, charge at the tiny gate and swing on it thrice, then step off it and walk run walk to the front door of her home. Inside, the 12-year-old Wayamadu High student would take her shoes off and place them on the shoe rack, peel off her socks and drop them in the washing machine, wash her face, scrub her hands clean, and scamper into the kitchen. She would ...

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“A Star Is Made” by Devi VK

Submitted to Contest #92

“Objects in the same plane may be made to appear in distinct, separate planes with the help of selective illumination.” “You were outstanding. Simply brilliant. I’ve never come across such talent, such clean dialogue delivery, such magnificent expressions. I will not have anyone but you play my Anasuya — it’s final,” Vikram Banerjee proudly declared as if handing her the greatest gift of her life.Mala Sen tried to keep a straight face, but this was too much. Her stomach twisted and her ears burned, and it was all she could to burst into tear...

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“This was fun until...” by Devi VK

Submitted to Contest #91

I am Ben da Costa. I am 15, and I live with my mother and my younger brother in the St. Inez neighborhood of Goa. My dad left us when I was 2, so I have no memories of him.It all began last month when my brother caught the flu and had to skip his classes for a while. The little punk’s a weakling if there ever was one. Me? I’m tough; strong as a bull, never so much as had a stuffy nose all my life. Anyway, he asked me to return a book to the school library. I had avoided that gloomy dungeon so far, but my mom threatened she would cut off the ...

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“Out Of My Tree!” by Devi VK

Submitted to Contest #90

February ’76“What does she even teach them?” Jay Ranjan snarled, walking languidly with his groupies up the unpaved road that led to the spot, making her shape out from a distance. “Who knows,” Santosh replied, kicking an empty aluminum can, raising tiny swirls of dust.“Could’ve stayed home, sewed, knitted, cooked - done anything but decides to teach instead. Strange!” Raju quipped, eager to join the conversation. “She can do whatever she wants,” Jay said, “as long as she stays away from...my tree,” He wanted to say ‘my property’, ...

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