Keya J.

“Seatbelts Fastened” by Keya J.

Like the fading colours of the sky, so am I, a sculpture held still beneath the grains of sand. Like the rapid moving pillow lip of my math teacher, so am I, troubled in my own mind while the teacher would ravel my every misery.Like the rainbow drops of rain, so am I, misconceived as rain are really the tears of the sky. But who's to look inside?Is that what’s called life? It might turn out to be a cherry to some’s perfect cake. But for me, it’s a curse. In your language, a Cruciatus Curse.Confirming the satisfaction...

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“Let the Beauty Never Fade” by Keya J.

Submitted to Contest #113

“Eli” I heard my name pass through the curtains, whispering to the walls, climbing upstairs and finally settling down around the corner of my ears, but I sat transfixed. Staring listlessly at the beautiful painting in front of me. The woman might be naked, people’s eyes might disgust, but the details were beautiful. The emotions were beautiful. I heard the call again but the living consciousness inside me didn’t dare. Yet she would smile, I know. She understood me, she could feel me yet she would compel me to these traps.24 August,...

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“What Happened in Tashkent” by Keya J.

Crying, as she sat in the footsteps of the committee hall, she never wanted this. That damn letter, why did she even take it? It was all her fault. She should’ve ripped the letter in the first place. ---The first rays of sun settled on the crippled envelope pinched between Kiara’s fingers. She didn’t know where it came from, all there was a scribbled address of hers. Kiara Mehta,                     The death of India’s second p...

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“A Simple Co-incidence” by Keya J.

The sunshine intertwined with echoes, numbed his ears while the jumping nerves of his mind tried it’s best to ease. “Now I would like to call Viraj Sharma on the stage and request the Chief Guest Mr Atul Tiwari to reward him with a bravery award” The man on the stage announced.As the vibrations of his name bounced off his eardrums, Viraj stood up and paced forward towards the stage. The rounds of applauses and hoots seemed to bring him back to his senses and he received the award with a wide smile pasted on his face. “Thank you. Th...

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“Guns And Pretends” by Keya J.

No one knew this man. No one cared to.The man overlapped with black clothing would wander around, eavesdropping on the spoken words while people would be busy polishing their monotone lives against bricked duties. What was a man with dark shaded eyes, clumsy walk, and disintegrated smile doing in a small town like this? Ain’t worth for vacation, so no excuses could be figured out from regular sayings. This man had bigger intentions. Dangerous intentions. The man had an unusual belt strapped around his waist, taking a sneak peek once in ...

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“February 9 ” by Keya J.

Writer's note: This is a collaboration work with Johana Htwe. You can check out her stories at: https://blog.reedsy.com/creative-writing-prompts/author/johana-htwe/I hope you enjoy reading.The sudden chill of the freezing floor crept inside me as I carefully stepped in, my body squeezed between the slightly opened door. A familiar odour tingled my nose as I turned back and gently locked the door. Even with the darkness dominating the whole house, I was familiar with which way to go. As I took a step further, powerful rays of light penetrated...

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“It Was Her” by Keya J.

Submitted to Contest #105

Writer's note: I would recommend reading my other story 'Gimme the mike!' first as there might be instances regarding the above mentioned.-----Those blue eyes, that melody filled smile, those beautiful curls in her hair, every memory is embedded like a pillar in my heart. The first day, I ever saw Noa, as I sipped the miscellaneous coffee with chunks of sugar still teasing my mouth. The blurred colours swirled in the sky pouring its shades to the July evening. She was partly sitting, her hips shallowly placed on the cold outer ring by w...

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“Gimme the mic!” by Keya J.

Submitted to Contest #105

Ouch, Judah! You’re pinching my hair. Ouch. Now give me the mic. Judah! There is no way you’ll be able to explain the beginning. Judah!Uhm, hi guys. Sorry about that. My brother is just...ugh! Nevermind. *sighs* Yes, so..first of all, I actually never wanted to do this but my uncle offered me free pizzas for a year if I do so, which of course, I couldn’t deny (what? It’s pizza). So, without further delay, let’s start. Okay so..let me take you back to November 28th. It was-Ella! I should’ve never let you do this! You never gave the introducti...

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“All is 'not' well” by Keya J.

Submitted to Contest #104

The sunlight would keep stinging your eyes unless you, yourself would stand up to draw the curtains. With legs cocked up on the table, Hemal slowly massaged her temples, convincing the disturbed soul of hers. Random thoughts came swirling inside her skull no matter how hard she tried to suppress, reforming in a hurricane of unsettlement. It’s funny how the world has changed nowadays. Her eyes kept shuffling towards her phone, getting pulled by a wireless rod. With a fraction of seconds, she snatched her phone and pressed some buttons until t...

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“Fight Them” by Keya J.

Submitted to Contest #102

As I slowly twisted the key clockwise, it made a funny sound, similar to a fingernail dragging on the countertop, all the seven pins had been raised to the sheer line of the lock’s core. I pulled the thin hair strands behind my left ear, and carefully pulled the key out of the lock, placing it back in my purse. I blinked my eyes a couple of times to cut loose the glitters of black spots as the winged sun radiated its powerful sunshine. The wilted branches and fallen yellow cringed leaves compelled me to accept the change in the wind. Un...

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“Sia Reyes Murder Case” by Keya J.

Submitted to Contest #102

The doorbell chime filled the anxiety spilt air. Clemency and I both exchanged nervous looks. We both knew who it was. I walked up to the door while she arranged a few drinks. “Oh Welcome Mr Wright. Please take a seat.” I greeted the young man. He was wearing a blue suit and tie, left parted hair and a shaved beard. Mr Wright sat comfortably on the foam, glaring at the drinks in front of him, but did not dare to have one. “So you’re Clemency Cook?” He asked, cocking a brow towards me. I left a foolish chuckle and pointed ...

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“The woman under the streetlight” by Keya J.

Submitted to Contest #102

“Please don’t do it! Please, I am begging you. I said I am sorry. I know it was my fault but we can make it even. If we try we can talk it out. Listen to me, Maria. Noo! Maria!” I screamed as I saw the bewildered woman jump from the tenth floor of our apartment in front of my naked eyes.  Her cold stare, honey melted eyes found me sitting upright clutching the cotton sheets staring at the old town clock with both its hands striking at twelve.  It was a dream.  The glittering splotches in the sky saw me puffing against the he...

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“An Angel From Heaven” by Keya J.

Submitted to Contest #101

Content warning: A few suicidal thoughts of the characters are inserted.*breathes in**breathes out**knock at the door*“What is it now Skye?” I asked, my voice thundered with despair yet anger.Accompanied by the creaking sound of the doorknob, Skye entered. Her long purple-dyed hair was attached in a braid from the top of her head to the tip of her back. Her bronze skin was covered with a creased white shirt and a champagne pink pencil skirt. The shades of her leather boots dissolved with the spilt colours of the mucky floor. Her eyeballs dan...

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“The Girl In Shadows” by Keya J.

Submitted to Contest #101

'There is no choice of running away today, I have to do it. I am so close to it. I can't run away forever in fear.' The girl thought.Her heart was pounding in her head and her eyes carried the drowsiness of three sleepless nights. She walked across the dishevelled trees, making her way with a jab of the knife, though the real jab was in her heart-a deeper cut. Her tangled blond hair touched the tip of her waist, weaved with bits of withered leaves and dust. A rabbit fur was tied around her waist, dripping blood as she moved. It was a rough h...

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“The Lemon Tree” by Keya J.

Submitted to Contest #101

A beam of moonlight stepped over the balcony and was lying on the bed. Starry figures bloomed in the dark inky pot above. A sudden craving of thirst found Adele sitting up straight in her bed, stretching her arms and yawning like a ferocious bear. Chocolate strings of hair were tangled up in a ponytail leaving a few trails on her forehead. Her eyelids felt heavy as she tried to get up from her pink dyed bed sheet. Her sight stumbled on the sleeping Hawaiians and the silent houses chirping in the dark. She fluttered her lids rapidly to drive ...

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