Neha Dubhashi

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2020

Stories (27)

27 Stories

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“Wynter Wilde, Trapeze Extraordinaire” by Neha Dubhashi

Overgrown, caterpillar-like vines stumbled over each other in tough, twisting tangles. They formed rough, thorny clumps of sharp and soft mystery, covering up the Elderwood Forest’s greatest secret. A tower that was so enshrouded by shrubbery, it looked more green than grey on most days. A lofty column with a slim opening at its apex so far up its length that no one had ever dared venture inside. Wynter Wilde, trapeze artist and sleuth, intended to climb the tower. Claim the glory that came with the challenge. ...

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“The Damned” by Neha Dubhashi

Alaric swore that one day, he’d burn the Court of Revels down. He’s set fire to their pretty gilded moonstone palace. He’d take every small bit of precious hope from them, just as they had done with him. Breathing deeply, he silenced that small part of his heart that longed for Zia’s warmth and touch and laughter. She was gone. And the only thing he could do now was avenge her. His quest for revenge hadn’t been an easy one. Entry to a party at the Court of Revels was reserved for members of the royal families a...

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“I Paint Stories with Stars” by Neha Dubhashi

Record 1 I am painting with the stars. Shaping these words I’m writing with the giant orbs of light. The galaxy is my canvas. I am writing to document my adventures. There are big, beautiful globes below me. One is colored in shades of green and cerulean, with pretty white mist swirling on its surface. I tried to float towards the globe. Tried to touch it. I instantly recoiled. The globe was cold to the touch. The ones next to it were similar shades of red. One sizzled at my fingertips. The other was filled with pungent gas....

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“The Ink Flows Freely” by Neha Dubhashi

Report 1, 4/8/10 Dad sits in his study. His mahogany wood table is littered with black and blue pens, sticky notes, and odd bits of string here and there. He’s sucked in by the light of his new laptop. I wonder what’s so special about it. He stares at it like it holds the threads of his life. Decides his choices.Damn, he’s obsessed.Or possessed.I wouldn’t know.I’ve been watching too many sci-fi movies lately.He bought me this journal a few days ago. Said he want me to become...

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“Cyrilla of the Nephyr” by Neha Dubhashi

This sea coral journal belongs to: Cyrilla Species: Nephyr Blue Dragon Dynasty, Year 201 I’ve never been to the world above. The sweet, frothy bubbles of the ocean surface are as close as I’ve gotten. But something beautiful and deep and siren-like always seems to be pulling my mind there.I have dreams of brilliantly cerise-golden sunrises filled with tranquil, drifting swaths of ...

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“Say it clear, say it loud. Gay is good, gay is proud.” by Neha Dubhashi

Name: __Elijah Smyth__Age: __17 years of age__Date: ___ June 29, 1970___I am defying the world. I am defying my mother, who thinks I am starved for attention. My father, who cannot stand to look at me. I am defying America, who hates me enough to throw me in prison for my love.I got this journal for my sister’s birthday. I bought her a pretty amethyst bauble and necklace instead of giving this leather-bound, ripe-paged beauty away. Mother says that women should write in d...

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“Ms. Adelaide Reba Baker” by Neha Dubhashi

_________________ Ms. Adelaide Baker December 31, 1903 _______________ Dear Diary, The house is cold. Its floorboards ache with untold stories, its walls creak and moan in the night. I know Mother said that this house has been passed down the Maybelline women for generations, but I don’t want it.Some distant great aunt p...

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“Dawgs Notice, Too. ” by Neha Dubhashi

We’re going out! We’re going out! I can’t stop my tail from wagging. If that damn thing shakes one more time, I’m coming for it. Okay, mister. That’s it. You did it again. And now. I’m. fucking. Coming. For. You. Around, around, around. Blurring black and grey. Ow, ow, ow. Dizzy, so, so, very dizzy. All right, I think, tongue lolling out of my maw, why must you be so stubborn? We both know I’m the boss. ...

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“Time Unraveled” by Neha Dubhashi

When Aliyah Ziddi was four years old, she stole candy from her older brother’s Halloween stash. When he went crying to their mother, Aliyah felt guilty, but upon seeing her brother squawking in the typical fashion of a six-year-old-boy, she burst out laughing and earned herself an hour in time-out. When Aliyah was eight, her friend Rosie’s parents were getting divorced, and she advised Rosie to throw a tantrum to get them back together. Rosie’s parents employed a therapist for their daughter and sent a very long, concerned email to...

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“Redemption” by Neha Dubhashi

The sun rose early, but Leila’s alarm clock came first in the race to annoy her. She felt a strong kinship with Anna from Frozen. Strands of russet-colored hair lay strewn on her face, tickling her nose, adding dry flavor to her tongue. It was a new day, and all Leila wanted to do was burrow down in the comforting grey of her quilts. Regret and desolation could be her company. Groaning, Leila threw the quilts off herself and slammed the briinngingg red alarm clock. It was like a movie scene. She stubbed her t...

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“Forbidden Fruit” by Neha Dubhashi

Outside, there was music. Dance. Laughter. Joy. But inside? There was solitude. Calm from the preening idiots in court. Delilah knew she might arouse suspicion by staying inside the castle. After all, the famed Spring Ball was a festival where all creatures, regardless of faith or fealty, were welcomed into Verdeen society without a second thought, if only for a day. Escaping the festivities was unusual, at the very least. Delilah trod the floor lightly, the points of her silver heeled feet digging in the plush velvet...

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“Hearts of Fauxbergé” by Neha Dubhashi

The March snow was speckled with earthy tones, hovering in that spot between spring and winter. The sky thundered behind me, sounding somewhat childish in its fury. I knew I had to get home. Soon. Before they found me.As if the sky agreed, gales of freezing wind whipped past me, untangling strands of my haphazardly strung together braid. Leaving me to enjoy the black mess of wavy tangles in my mouth. I exhaled sharply, freeing the mess in my mouth, letting out some stress.The rumors about junior year were true. The we...

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Author bio

Neha likes to write under cozy lamplight while the rain sings outside. She spends nights holed up under a blanket with hot cocoa and a good book. And most importantly, she colors her dreams rainbow and gold. Business email: NehaKDubhashi@outlook.com Social media: https://www.instagram.com/literary_neha/ https://www.instagram.com/literary_everything/