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Mriganka Bhattacharjee

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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Cold Blood

Submitted to Contest #79

The blade missed my nape from a second and it pierced through my back. Its arrowhead couldn’t penetrate deep but it had thrust enough. I clenched my teeth and clutched to my hunting knife, even tighter to swing it back and slice the head of the cowardly back-stabber. I shove my feet into snow and spin my arm to make a far extended swing, but when my burning eyes met the back-stabber – my arm dropped. A thrusting blade never felt so awful then it did on  that winder afternoon because my own blood, my own brother, sta...

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Folded Cabin

Submitted to Contest #77

Reeking of soiled white, the windows, the doors, the thin walls were. The window  glasses – cold, and whitely coated. Surely it was snowing outside, but to such an  extend no one could imagine. No one, to be exact, it was only Jake, there wasn’t  anyone else to begin with.  Jake exhaled some cold air and rubbed his dry like ice big hands together,  generating at least some warmth. His trivial endeavours of successfully making a  lighter flame out, succeeded. The little heat burning close to his face felt  m...

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White blood

Submitted to Contest #67

The bullet pierced through his friend’s forehead right in front of his eyes. The body fell over and his albino hair  soon mixed with the blooded snow. All the leftover tears rolled down his cheeks. Issei had no scream to let out  anymore, not a muscle spared from pulverizing. The huge monstrous exhales of those sheep-masked giants were  all to hear for him. The screams and groans lost against those monsters of that snowy night. Not a second of  hesitation they had before crushing every bone of their body so all they could...

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Taste of Fall

Submitted to Contest #63

The night was at its brim. I was still awake and brewing a mild black coffee, strong enough to keep those red and cumbersome eyes running, not so strong enough to tart my tongue by its lasting bitterness because at last, I was creating the latest autumn drinks and I HAD to taste it when done. Same  recipes and same technique, from the amount of extracts to the limit of sugar – everything was used and done accurately yet for the first several  endeavours, I could not produce that nostalgic flavour. It made me  frustra...

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Purity

Submitted to Contest #62

As long as those watery eyes remember, it only saw the black sky roaring above him and not for once, that sky had lifted. Not for once, he sought purity among those clouds, as they poured down relentlessly. Was it the correct sky for someone who life was told to be a symbol of purity?As soon as those eyes saw the first light of life, an anonymous power had curved out the child’s forehead with a future he must live upon and no one else even raised a voice. Ever since then, the sky had not lifted; an internal scar in his fo...

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Fissured Fate

Submitted to Contest #61

How does it feel to lose everything? Have believes shatter? Unbelievably  terrible. Not sure when was the last time I smelled the smoke of firing  bullets, but it had to be after that night when it all suddenly stopped. The  night when I lost everything, when I lost Julia. My mentor, my wife. She  was the only angel I ever saw in my life. How many voices did I hear saying I went completely crazy? Maybe it  wouldn’t turn me so soulless if her murderer hadn’t been the person whom I held hands since childhood as my dear...

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True Lights

Submitted to Contest #58

When true lights go out, it isn’t the darkness that consumes us. It is the flashes of what left to witness. Eric had left his house fifteen days ago and went back to his city apartment,  back to the struggles. Call it a childish action or a result of outrage, it was the only thing he could think of when his father brought home a woman and her two kids with the news of his future marriage. The yelling of his father, the dismayed look on his future stepmother was the last he remembered before leaving because if not a...

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Petals of Periods

Submitted to Contest #57

Trigger warning: suicide   “Our every action opens a loop that can lead to several results depending on the continuum of our further connected actions” Theories travel open in the minds and the works of people who devoted their whole life finding the secrets of space and time seeking only new inventions and ways. However in my life remained another reason for living – my beloved wife. Tanaka held my hand every time as my wife and as my colleague. Both of us  devoted our life to each other and to my insane invent...

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