Maahi Shah

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Let's Be Maeve” by Maahi Shah

Submitted to Contest #58

'Spring and Fall' the most depressing poem ever to be known is all 16-year-old Maeve could think of. Everyone thought her life was glorious and worth living. But nobody knows the truth about oneself any more precisely than the person. Maeve had two sides to her story- one was the one her peers had written of her, or rather drawn the image of her that she was intended to follow. Another was the truth- something she believed about herself and the mere fact of her being.The story of little Maeve starts on September 4th 2004. The day Maeve Sande...

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“Stone-Carved Truth” by Maahi Shah

Submitted to Contest #57

"Hey! I am Natalie Lopez." At least that's what I told her. I am Veronica Heathers, the daughter of Victoria Heathers and Liam Heathers. Heathers is my dad's surname. It comes from my ancestors who appeared to own the town of Heatherville, back in the day. Now it was run by the city's Mayor. My mom's last name was Lopez, she was Spanish, though her family and my dad's belonged to Heatherville. Since nobody knew our family from the name 'Lopez,' I was told by my parents to keep it going that way and to replace my honour to Lopez, temporaril...

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“Like Family- Like Children” by Maahi Shah

Submitted to Contest #55

It all started the evening Veronica returned to her high-class penthouse. "Andre, please carry my Chanel shoes and the other bags into my room," politely requested the only Walter daughter. "Sure, Miss Veronica!" Veronica was a classy girl back from New Jersey who had just settled in her parent's hometown, Waretown. It was a small, constrained town known to be innocent but had hidden mysteries to never be told. Veronica, a protective, young black-haired and black-eyed girl was always in a mood of partying. She had just come back from shopp...

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“Not All Stories End All Rainbows” by Maahi Shah

Submitted to Contest #52

You thought he was dead, but there he is, right in front of you on the street, smiling at you. Oh my god...how? I stand there like a zombie, clueless of what is going on. His face, that chocolate-brown tanned skin, those emerald-green eyes remind me of everything. The past. The dark past. Memories of guilt flush through my body. Electric currents make my knees shake. And there- he wears a smirk on his face. Oh yes, that is my name- Tris. I live in Monterrey, Mexico. I live, correction, used to live with my parents and my friend, Ca...

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Me? Story-teller and nothing more...