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Madhuleka Iyer

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2020

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RIGHT CHOICES, RIGHT FRIENDSHIPS

Submitted to Contest #88

“Hey Maxie, come on. It’s getting late,” Mrs. Markle said. “Mom, I don’t want to be on time. I don’t want to be there at all.” “Now Maxie, we asked you before signing up for the workshop.” “Yeah, but you didn’t tell me that it was residential. Plus people go to the same residential programme year after year. Nobody will let me into their gang, I will be a bigger joke than ever,” wailed Maxie. “Little pixies can be nice, just give them a chance. Besides all pixies have pointed ears.” “Maybe during your time. All the other pixies are going to ...

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DID You Know?

Submitted to Contest #67

Himika sat at the head of the long table in her kitchen, holding her head in her hands. She had done it again. She was a witness to a murder again. And she could do nothing about it. She will not be able to report it either, she would go to jail, probably for life. The throbbing in her head did not reduce. She downed two aspirins with a giant glass of water. “Harshini, I can’t take it anymore. Can we not go out late at night on murder sprees anymore? Please, I am begging you,” cried Himika into her sweater sleeve. “Himika, ...

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Dump No Allegations

Submitted to Contest #64

Varuni saw a herd of cows, walking along the moonlit path, towards their shed. The brown patches on the milk white skin of the cows, made them look like small pastures of land on earth. Varuni had always found pleasure in giving shape to the patches. She always saw rabbits, trains or an inverted Australia in the patches on the skin of the cows. It was her job to milk two of the five cows they owned, at the break of dawn. She would talk to them about miscellaneous things. She would tell them how her teacher had scolded her, how she had a huge...

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PUNCH THE COLOUR CARD

Submitted to Contest #63

Samantha was behind the counter, as usual, stocking the counter with coffee take-out containers and straws. The window behind her was slightly open and a sudden gust of wind that came out of nowhere, shut it with a speed that startled Samantha. “What did you drop this time?” asked her manager from the store room. “Nothing, it was the wind,” said Samantha, in a faint voice, just above a whisper. “Ok, get done fast. We open in ten.” Her boss disappeared and closed into the warm little room again. Samantha, in her mind, was in that ...

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NO PARKING ZONE

Submitted to Contest #57

Jessica made her way down the porch of her newly bought house in Manhattan. It was the perfect house, with the perfect view. Whenever she saw the place, she knew she had made it, she had bought her dream house. She had succeeded in life. The only problem with her little paradise was that there was no real place to park her car. The gardener had cleaned the backyard and planted new saplings of tomato plants. She walked over to the plants and saw the little leaves swaying to the music of the wind. “Love to dance huh?” said Jessica, to th...

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PIECES OF A JIGSAW

Just as Divya’s hand went to the cold doorknob, she realised that she had been locked inside the stinky women’s room, by god knows whom. She could not believe that this was happening to her. She had entered the place with a scarf over her nose and had expected to be out within two minutes of entering. She had taken this entry into the women’s room, that smelled like a dead rat was left here every week, as a punishment for drowning all that soda all along the long drive. And now she was stuck here. “Shit,” murmured Divya. She was starti...

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MEAT TIMMY

Submitted to Contest #55

Kanika knew she was being followed. The brown dog wagged its tail and eyed the small bag of meat that Kanika held in her hand. The loose leash scraped the road as the dog walked, salivating heavily. She was walking on a small, dark alley. The place smelled rustic and all she could see were closed windows of almost-out-of-work warehouses. There weren’t many people and fewer would probably enter, considering the fact that there were no streetlights and the sun was setting faster, as if it had a bet that it would set before the moon showe...

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