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Niveditha S

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2022

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Roll Of Time

Niveditha S

Warning: Story contains sensitive themes including self harm, gore and mental health. “Why don’t you take it for developing?” “I can’t. It was mother’s…she hid it…she probably did not want me to see it” “You have every right” William place his palms on his face, hiding his tears. Laura put a comforting arm around him. “Forget her. She did some bad things. Focus on unlocking your past” She whispered to him. William squeezed her arm, tears slipping from the gaps of his fingers. He was hurting bad. Every pore of him wished to end it all. End ...

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Just As We Learnt

Niveditha S

“Saphia! Eric! Don’t wander away now!” Mrs. Rosier cried as she and Mrs. Chandler watcher Mr. Rosier and Mr. Chandler put up the tents.“Mummy!! We’re just going to see that rabbit hole by the river!!” Eric cried back, looking annoyed.“Saphia” Elysia Chandler called out “Help me make some sandwiches and then we can eat them in front of the campfire”Saphia stood there, looking longingly at the rabbit hole as Eric ran towards his mother.Then she sighed and turned around as well.“Kids! The tents are done!! Why don’t you go take a look!” Adrian C...

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From In There

Niveditha S

“One” “What?” “One star” “How- “ “Thank you for wasting our time, Mr. Walker” “Mr. Ockham, please reconsider” “Kindly leave” He was pushed out. Flinn Walker was a writer. He was a good writer. But no one wanted to read a nineteens romance. Nobody did. No one wanted to read about Estelle and Phillipe. Flinn wanted to give the world a taste of his creativity. Just a taste, and they would come begging for more. Just a taste and the world would be at his feet. Flinn sighed sadly. He walked out of the office. Another publisher, another day. Este...

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The Passing Coat

Niveditha S

Home, a long-forgotten word in Vera Brockovich’ s dictionary. She was a girl of twenty who worked in multiple restaurants and cafés and slept in small room which had four other occupants. Every day had been the same. Work, work, work, and more work. Sleep was impossible with roommates playing poker all night. And she spent her long nights, tossing and turning in a small sleeping bag. She had never known happiness. When she had been a child she had stayed in an orphanage where they were provided a single meal and were put to work 17 hours a d...

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The Other World

Niveditha S

It was a cold dark evening. The wind howled around the little shack. A man- no older than sixty sat inside, pouring over a piece of paper. If one looked at him, he would have seemed insane. His long-forgotten hair rested only behind his worn-out ears and his nose was crooked from an old break. His excited eyes danced happily behind the laboratory glasses he wore. He held a queer look as he worked, mesmerizing the viewer. So, on this windy night he sat muttering to himself as he wrote. The more he wrote, the more excited he got. The rh...

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