Maahi S

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Two Lives and a Mirror” by Maahi S

Submitted to Contest #70

Empty rum bottles littered the sticky floor beside my feet. It was day sixteen of misery. Who knew how long before I’d call it quits? I hated drinking impulsively. I prized my sobriety after being neglected by a drunkard father but I wanted to figure what drives a person to do something they detested. My wife had loved life. Or at least, I figured so. Now, she left me utterly broken. I had no more tears. My fists were grotesquely bruised from violent outbursts. There was nothing left to live for. Her face was everywhere. Her radiant smile...

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“What's Normal?” by Maahi S

Submitted to Contest #61

10:35 a.m. She was already five minutes late. I reclined into the plastic blue chair outside her office and raised my eyebrows at the receptionist. “Just a five minutes more,” she mouthed slowly. She displayed a wide toothy grin as I nodded comprehension. I let out an exasperated sigh. I wish the firm would let me do more than just manage business proposals to other small groups. Exactly twelve minutes later, the phone rang at her desk. She nodded towards me as she batted her false eyelashes before putting down the phone. “Okaaay, she’s h...

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“H.M.” by Maahi S

Submitted to Contest #60

“Madeline.” The voice rang fresh in my ears. I shivered as I felt a tug on my elbow. Fingers. How could I feel them? I should have been dead by now. “Are you sure she’s alive?” Another voice, deeper than the first. This one, male. “Mm-hmm. She’s got a pulse…but she’s bleeding really badly.” I willed my eyes to open. The silhouettes of a red-haired girl bending over me and dark-haired boy sporting a bloody arm cast appeared. Isolde and Harrison. “Madeline! Thank God!” Isolde squealed. A sharp pain stabbed my side as she squeezed m...

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“Everything Is Always Fine” by Maahi S

Submitted to Contest #58

“Nia, they’re here!” my mom yelled. I stumbled out of the makeshift tent, hurriedly smoothening my hair as much as possible, and fumbled in the dark on the way back to our backyard porch. They can’t see me anyway. I forgot the flashlight in the tent but I followed the voices to the front door. I could somewhat make out their faces under the glow of the nearby streetlight. “Hello Nia,” Mr. Sanders greeted. He had always been a jolly person but the tiredness in his voice seemed more apparent now. “Good evening, please come in,” I replied ...

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“The Will” by Maahi S

Submitted to Contest #57

“Your tea, Mr. Fletcher.” I gazed up from the blurry pieces of paper on which I began to pen down my will. “Thank you Jenna.” I beamed at her round glassy-eyed face. “And your glasses.” She gingerly set them down beside the tray of morning milk biscuits. “Ah yes…I knew I was missing something.” Despite being hired just as a part-time house help over the years, Jenna had become somewhat my daughter. “Now you finish all o’ that breakfast, ya hear?” She fixed her wavy black hair into a casual bun above her head. “I’ll be goin’ out in a...

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“Family Façade” by Maahi S

Submitted to Contest #55

Winters in Brecheston were quite harsh. Despite the sheets of golden snow blanketing the village, I was still able to pick out the places I knew and loved most. Not much had changed at all. I paused to take it all in. The perfect backdrop for a painting. I recalled countless days under the thatched firewood shed trying to reasonably reproduce the scene into my sketchbook. I wondered if I would still find it there resting on my table waiting for another page to turn. I kept my hopes down. Highly unlikely after all that happened. I s...

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