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Submitted to Contest #86
Sara would get irritated when Shawn mistakenly pulled Sara’s hair while playing with it. Shawn would kiss her to apologize and Sara would get more irritated. He had improved on his skills. Merely in 5 minutes, he had adorned almost all of Sara’s lovely hair strands with wildflowers of all colors. Sara was reading her favorite novel lying on her stomach and Shawn was busy playing with her hair. This place by the river side was kind of a hideout. One had to pass through a wide strip of grassland to reach this riverside and once you reached it,...
Submitted to Contest #85
Trigger warning: mention of sexual assault  Delhi—the capital city of India—is a very busy place. Mitty worked here for a short period in a very successful MNC. This was the first time Mitty ever stepped out of her hometown. She stayed with her eldest sister, Sara, who was already living there. Delhi was some kind of a big deal for Mitty, a small-town girl who was not very ambitious and pretty complacent in a metropolitan city for her first job. She had always seen Delhi as an alien land with people who were completely different than t...
Submitted to Contest #66
I Am Not a Masochist Trying to keep her breathing normal, Mitty was running as fast as her lean legs allowed her to. The earth behind her was collapsing very fast. She could not feel tired or slow down. She had to stay focused. But how far could she run. “Can someone else please run this for me? Just for a few sec…..on….ds….” Suddenly she was falling at double the pace at which she was running. She tried to grapple for something to hold onto. But she was going down too fast…she was losing her breath….it was dark all around. Desperate for sup...
Whenever I need some air, I write.
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