Keshav Mathur

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“To Love a Spartan” by Keshav Mathur

Submitted to Contest #290

"Men of Sparta, hear me."Under the unrelenting midday sun, rows of Spartan warriors stood at attention, their sweat-soaked tunics clinging to bodies honed by relentless training. The courtyard smelled of iron and dust, a testament to ceaseless drills. But on this day, their sharpened spears rested at their feet, for there would be no drills.General Lysandros surveyed them with a steady gaze. His armor gleamed in the golden light, crested helmet tucked under his arm. Behind him, three women in flowing crimson-and-gold veils stood in silence, ...

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“Heir to the Ring” by Keshav Mathur

Submitted to Contest #286

Ethan slouched against the cool leather seat, as a cacophony of reporters’ voices crackled from his phone. The screen displayed a news broadcast overlaid with a photograph of a stern-faced man: Thomas Scott, the wealthiest individual on Earth and CEO of Scott Industries. Bold headlines scrolled beneath the image, declaring his unexpected death earlier that morning. A poised news anchor appeared next. “Thomas Scott’s sudden passing leaves a power vacuum at the world’s largest conglomerate. Known for dominating industries from defense manufact...

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“Whispers of Grace” by Keshav Mathur

Submitted to Contest #283

For the last few months, every time someone asks how I’m doing, I force a smile and say, “I’m doing good.” But I see the way their eyebrows twitch, how their eyes linger on my face, silently asking for something more. It’s like speaking a different language—one where “good” never really means good.My friends aren’t much better. They keep asking, “How’s the family holding up?” and I nod and say, “We’re doing good.” Yet their silence always stretches a beat too long, as if they’re waiting for a crack in my composure—tears, anger, anything that...

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“Sin and Retribution” by Keshav Mathur

Submitted to Contest #282

I pushed open the bedroom door and began my usual descent down the carpeted stairs, each step echoing softly in the quiet house. At the bottom of the stairs, a full-length mirror hung against the wall, reflecting my weary image. Grey strands peppered through my hair, baggy eyes that spoke of sleepless nights, and a face etched with lines of nihilism and regret stared back at me. I looked at my reflection, disappointed by the man I had become. This wasn’t someone I was proud of.Shaking off the unsettling reflection, I continued walking throug...

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Author bio

Newbie writer trying to follow "learning by doing" © 2025 Keshav Mathur. All rights reserved. No part may be reproduced without permission.