Niveditha S

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2022

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Roll Of Time” by 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 di...

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“Just As We Learnt” by 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!! W...

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“From In There” by 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 t...

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“The Passing Coat” by 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 s...

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“The Other World” by 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...

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Author bio

Knowledge is knowing a tomato is a fruit; Wisdom is knowing it doesn't belong in a fruit salad; Philosophy is wondering if ketchup is tomato smoothie. Hi, First of all thank you for checking out my page :) -I'm a 13 year old writer (Don't judge. Look at my stories and then decide) -I've been reading and writing since I was 5 -I'm currently working on a novel while I use reedsy to sharpen my creativity once in a while. -That's it!!