Harpreet Singh Arora

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2022

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“Broken Wings of an Athlete” by Harpreet Singh Arora

"Are you there, God? It's me... Raj, your favorite player of the year." Mithil Raj, athletic early 20s, asks God, holding his chin up. Tears from his broad dark eyes slide on his sweaty cheeks, as his vision is piercing straight into the open sky, as if talking directly to the Almighty, questioning the insanity of people around him. With no answer heard or any sign of God's presence, he starts his motorbike and leaves the scene. ***** Phone Rings. "Put him on speaker", inspector Rafeek whispers, holding his posture between his backup team an...

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“Name is Monk, Mames Monk” by Harpreet Singh Arora

EARTH: Year 2055 We people were so bloody busy destroying our homes with extra-ordinary capabilities in torturing each other’s communities and putting blames on others, that we often neglected the forthcoming dangers for existence of human species on planet Earth. Blinded with craziness for more power, we created the biological problems that even the smartest community of scientists were unable to address, forget about finding the solution to earlier blunders we committed. Yet, some of our own species have had a good heart and soul, who work...

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“Name is Monk, Mames Monk” by Harpreet Singh Arora

Submitted to Contest #134

EARTH: Year 2055 We people were so bloody busy destroying our homes with extra-ordinary capabilities in torturing each other’s communities and putting blames on others, that we often neglected the forthcoming dangers for existence of human species on planet Earth. Blinded with craziness for more power, we created the biological problems that even the smartest community of scientists were unable to address, forget about finding the solution to earlier blunders we committed. Yet, some of our own species have had a good heart and soul, w...

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“Broken Wings of an Athlete” by Harpreet Singh Arora

Submitted to Contest #132

"Are you there, God? It's me... Raj, your favorite player of the year." Mithil Raj, athletic early 20s, asks God, holding his chin up. Tears from his broad dark eyes slide on his sweaty cheeks, as his vision is piercing straight into the open sky, as if talking directly to the Almighty, questioning the insanity of people around him. With no answer heard or any sign of God's presence, he starts his motorbike and leaves the scene. ***** Phone Rings. "Put him on speaker", inspector Rafeek whispers, holding his posture between his ba...

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