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Dhruv Srivastava

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

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If the Tide Returns

Dhruv Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #324

It was hard to pinpoint exactly what about Billy made Sarah Bedingfield fall so quickly in love with him. They shared shy glances in school. At lunch, Billy purposely sat so that he could always have a clear line of sight on Sarah’s face, even sitting askew from the rest of his friends if need be. Under the broiling yellow sun of a North Carolina spring, the two were finally pushed together by their respective friend groups. A date was made–a night at a jazz concert in the big city. The forty minute drive to the theater was spent in great te...

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To Love and Let Die

Dhruv Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #323

Patricia hadn’t been sure about her boyfriend for some time. She’d been with him for a while, and they had not experienced any major issues. Well, that’s not entirely true. Two months in, Patricia began to wonder why Stas Petrov only met her once the sun had gone down, why his skin made her gasp from its frigidity, and why he ate so sparingly when they went out for dinner–not just sparingly; he’d eat exclusively rare meats. A confrontation had to be made, so one night, standing in Central Park, Patricia asked Stas if it was something about h...

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Encore Without Her

Dhruv Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #322

All his life, David Larson had known he was going to be Great. Great with a capital G. Ambition seized his heart, throttled his mind, and sent sparks of electricity through his fingers. He worked a respectable job. He made a good living. However, in the back of his mind there was always that all-consuming idea: do things that make the whole world applaud for you. He envisioned it every night as he stayed at his parents’ house. David saw himself on stage, he saw the microphone in his hand. More than that, he saw careless beauty on his face, t...

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Game, Set, Championship

Dhruv Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #322

Alexandra’s eyes did not pass over the trophy that stood imperiously upon an altar several rows into the crowd. Nor did her ears flinch at the unearthly din of the crowd that roared as she walked through the tunnel. Cameras flashed, but her eyes remained steadfast. To her, the trophy meant nothing. What was it that made it so hallowed in the eyes of others? Sterling silver, an oversized chalice fit for a giant, emblazoned with words merely ascribing it to a certain championship. Was it not all interchangeable? Had it not been for ceremony, f...

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The Lunch That Changed Everything

Dhruv Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #321

“Hey, is this seat taken?” The voice came out of nowhere, cutting through the din of an otherwise hectic cafeteria. The subject to whom that voice had directed its line jumped in her seat. She looked up to see a tall boy with a slightly round face with brown skin, curly black hair, and soft, easy brown eyes. He looked athletic in a black sweat-suit. Her eyes widened. She stammered, “W-what did you say?” The boy smiled, revealing dimples and white teeth. “I just asked if this seat was taken. No worries, though; I can find somewhere else–” ...

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It's Only Human

Dhruv Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #321

“Hello.” “Good day, sir.” “How are you doing?” “T’wouldn’t be a day without the sun rising in the east, and I wouldn’t be Alicia without being well.” “Haha. Well, I hope you’re doing well for real, and not just making it up so I feel better.” “I promise you, sir, I’m doing well.” “Can we dispense with the ‘sir’ stuff? It’s been… God, it’s been years; I wish you would just call me Marcus.” “…” “Okay, okay, you can call me ‘sir!’ Jesus.” “I don’t see what he has to do with this, but thank you, sir.” “You never asked me how I’m doing?...

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A Fateful Carriage Ride in the Unknown

Dhruv Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #320

Sepia-hued sunlight filtered through the stubborn chartreuse leaves still clinging to dry bark. Two brothers walked along a well-trod path, the younger crunching pinecones underfoot and the other trying to load up the hiking trail app on his phone. The younger brother tripped over a gnarled root that poked defiantly out of the ground.“Jeez! Watch it, Will,” said the older brother as Will clung onto his sweatshirt for stability.Sheepishly, Will replied, “Sorry, sorry… are we almost there yet?”“What are you talking about, we just started!”“Oh…...

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A Helpless Witness

Dhruv Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #319

[TW: Drugging] I do not know the greater curse: my paralysis or my muteness. I stand every day in the same spot, watching… watching helplessly from the darkness. The sun lengthens shadows around the living room, casting dusty yellow and orange light through the dense leaves that shelter us from a view of the street. The trees… they loom outside and I wonder if they can sense what happens within this house, the terrible things to which I am privy. I wish desperately to talk with them, to reach out… to touch one of their branches. I wonder wh...

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The Master's Piece

Dhruv Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #225

On my life I swore to do this, and on my life shall it be done… no matter the cost.  My butler came into my chamber today.  “You have not eaten in three days, sir,” said he with a trace of British pompousness behind his lackluster concern, “and I can see the jug of water just filled yesterday is gathering dust. The only change in its liquid level seems to be of evaporation.”  “I’m fine, David,” I replied crossly. My left hand was gracefully tracing the outlines of a familiar shape on the canvas before me. My other hand was ...

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The Stranger's Thanksgiving

Dhruv Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #224

The orange and purple of the faintest glimpse of twilight had only just begun to creep over the eastern sky outside my window when I awoke. Truly, a magical thing. It’s as though God, the great painter of the world, has made a yellowish brushstroke just at the flat plain at the edge of the world, blending it in with the inky blackness of the pure night sky with a single masterful swipe.  You’d think I was weird, of course, if I told you that I awoke this early of my own volition, on Sunday of all days. In fact, I set my alarm this earl...

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Coach's Talk

Dhruv Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #222

“Ah, who am I kidding, you’re not listening anyway.” David Cross swung back the brown bag and felt some more cool courage flow down his throat. “Y’know,” he continued regardless, you always said you knew the best for me… what do you say now?”  You’ve done well, replied a voice, somewhat distant amongst the wind which whistled through the hibernating winter branches. David scoffed. “Well, yeah… Well enough to be sitting here on my ass, wondering how you are.”  I’m fine.  The bottle was done, this one at least. David put it ...

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The Celestials of Turing

Dhruv Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #205

Small towns like Turing are littered across the United States. Well, not exactly like Turing. There are any number of towns with a low populations and with just one set of shops in the town square, none of them having another branch. Many towns had just one elementary school which was also the middle school and high school. However, even though perhaps ten thousand such towns existed in quiet innocence around the continental US, there were none exactly like Turing. There were none that did things quite like they did. This little speech was e...

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One More Cowboy Ballad

Dhruv Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #204

Along the streets of Goslin, shops formed an even line of large façades. Their dark brown wood was long since encrusted with dust and pummeled by weather. If one entered Main Street from the east, the first set of shops would be the convenience store and the local paper store. Then they’d find a hat shop and a general clothing store. A horse supply store would be next, directly across from the local saloon. Most folks didn’t go much further than there on their first stop in Goslin, but if they did, they would find the sheriff’s office, a sma...

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Joy in Relent

Dhruv Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #188

Evan Locklear was having a fretful night of little sleep. As usual, he was in the only bedroom of his shabby house, moonlight revealing a spartan interior through broken blinds. His twin bed, far too short for his lanky frame, had a thin sheet which served as a blanket for him, and while it was perfect for the summer heat of North Carolina, the winter left him clammy and shivering. While that may have disturbed the peace of most people, Evan had grown used to it. What troubled him that night was not the weather, but the state of his life. He...

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Hear My Heart Burst, Again (This is the End)

Dhruv Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #186

This is the end. I know it in my heart, though I can hardly feel it beat within my chest. It murmurs softly against my ribcage, against soft folds of weathered skin. Where once vivacious strength and spirit had resided is now worn to destitution. Opening my eyes is hard; I remember a time when it was not - when the hues of the world were not so precious to me. I took it for granted, but of course that’s not too out of the ordinary, and now the colors I see in my mind's eye are tinged with yellowish decay. This is the end. “This is the e...

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