Lata B

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

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“Red is a Common Color” by Lata B

 A warm breeze brushes my shoulders as I bike down 15th street. It might sound weird, but I'm on a quest to find a butterfly. I want to find the prettiest one. The most delicate one with fragile wings. It's a steamy hot day so surely, they should be out there somewhere.          As the wind plays with my hair, I think about her. Her bright eyes wander through my mind. The way she laughed every time it rained. "God's peeing!" She would scream at the top of h...

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“Pretty Lies” by Lata B

Hear that? It's the sound of a breaking heart.I stare at my phone and my eyes burn with tears as I read his text.haha yea i was with her last night...srry bout that I don't even care anymore, right? Tears stain my cheeks and redness spreads through my face. Automatically, I get my answer. ...

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“Dead Violets” by Lata B

TW: Suicide This is the story of a broken man. A soul ripped; heart-torn man.         He was always intrigued by trains. How they moved. How they tiptoed through the railroads. No one could love them more than he did. Every dream was filled with trains speeding by.      He would beg his parents to go on the train every chance he got, and he would always pick the window seat. On bright days the trees would run past as he tried to c...

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“The Letter Countdown” by Lata B

The light shines down on all our faces and I can feel mine start to turn red. It was a big night for us. We all had our own goals. For some, it was to prove their smartness. For others, it was to impress their parents, but for me, it was to make a name for myself. Being a nerd was better than being invisible. I scan the crowd of teachers, parents, and the cool kids with my scared beady eyes. It's not like I'm afraid of p...

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“Hope” by Lata B

Days run past. Weeks fly by. She looks forward to the day when she will have a reason to smile. A radiant glow will appear in her eyes, and all the tears she had once wept will sink in an ocean full of happiness. The sun will once again rise in her life.   She stares out the window watching a mindless breeze wake up the trees. She sits there until the sun starts to hide under the horizon. Every day the sky is a different color. The grass sways to a different song every hour.   She spends her day...

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“Geek” by Lata B

He was living in a world of his own. I could tell because every time I went into the ice-cream shop, he would be there licking the brown cream off the cone, and dozing off into his comic book. Sometimes he would be so lost in his comic all the ice-cream would melt down his fingers. He would read the same comic every day. The odd thing about him was that he would only have ice-cream once a month. Watching him would be like watching the younger me flipping through the pages. He had dirty blond hair just like me and hi...

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“Your First And Last Warning” by Lata B

I'm telling you the truth and only the truth. If you choose to read this maybe you can avoid what's about to happen. If you don’t, I'm afraid you're in great danger, and worse if you think I'm lying the likelihood of you dying is much higher. I'm not your enemy, neither am I your friend. You don’t know me, but I know your next. Some people don’t remember their dreams, but you will surely remember the dream you will have tonight. I want you to listen closely if you want to live. We don’t have much time, so I'll save ...

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“Wink” by Lata B

It’s a dim Wednesday evening, and there's been a murder. You’re the detective they hired to solve the case. Suitcase in hand, you head to the station. You try to hide the torn side of the suitcase. Only if you had enough money to buy a new one. Its calm and not as busy as usual at the station. As you wait for the train to arrive you find a place to sit and read the morning paper. This is the very first murder that has happened in the town of Bartlaby since 1982 and it's been 5 years since then.  You gently rest...

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“Face Full Of Concern ” by Lata B

You hear voices that aren't yours. They come from your head. They invade every inch of your mind. Demons and shadows live inside. They talk to you and you talk back. You can only trust me.  Die.  Die.  You drown in an ocean of self-doubt and despair. The voice captures you and holds you hostage.   Everyone is trying to kill you.  Die.  Die.&...

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“Dear You” by Lata B

Can you live in a world where you have to look a certain way to be liked? Dear You, You have to have a perfect face. Preferably blue eyes and blond hair. You have to have a perfect body. Not too skinny, but not too fat. If you’re too skinny you look like you’re starving, and trust me that’s not cute. If you're too fat nobody's going to think you’re pretty. You have to think like everyone else. Don’t be different, that's too weird. Love, Society 

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“Over The Years” by Lata B

“Kids know nothing about racism. They’re taught that by adults” -Ruby Bridges  The clock had struck noon and the sun was already beating us down. The game of tag was getting harder to play. Beads of sweat were trailing down both our faces. We were hot, sweating, and sticky. Trever’s face had almost turned into a tomato.  “Don, I'm gonna get some water. Wanna come with me?” Trever asks, moving his curly brown locks from off his sweaty forehead.  “Sure!” I rep...

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“Red Polish” by Lata B

Imagine your worst enemy ringing your doorbell. Don't tell me you don’t have a worst enemy. We all do.  Have you ever been jealous of them? Have they ever made you feel small? Have they ever hurt you? Have you ever just gotten bad vibes from this person?  Yes, yes, yes, and yes. The pain and heartache she makes me feel is unbelievable. It feels as if a sword has been pushed into my heart. She makes me want to slide into a corner and stop trying.  

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“My Diary” by Lata B

THIS IS PRIVATE!DO. NOT. READ.Dear Diary 4/11/2018 I hate her. I hate her more than anything. Life would be so much better without her. Everywhere I go I find drugs; under the couch, in the drawers, and especially in the bathroom. I can't live like this. She's a monster. The other day I was going to teach my little sister, Isla, how to ride a bike. We were out on the sidewalk in front of our small broken-down house, and thi...

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“Medium Lemonade With Extra Ice” by Lata B

It happened. It happened quietly and fast. It happened to me.  I strolled down 15th street into a small coffee shop called Midleap Express. Which is my usual hang out place. I like it because it's never too busy. The door chimes as I walk in and I get a whiff of coffee and cool air. I can hear someone shout “Welcome! I'll be right there” from the back of the store. The floorboard creaks as I walk to a table closest to the window. I wait a couple of seconds before a middle-aged woman comes out with a smil...

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“Little Friend” by Lata B

I take the shape of whatever you imagine. This is how she imagined me:   It seems as though the sky is always trying to entertain us. During the day, clouds dance among the wind, and when the sun disappears the stars scatter throughout the sky. The best part of the show is when the sun sets or when it rises. It looks as if amber ashes have been shot into the sky. The color moves through just like the blood in my veins. At that moment the sky is the same color as my wings. I can fade into the sky without anyone...

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