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Pahani Wijeratne

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

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Ambivert Perfection

Submitted to Contest #104

“Come on, babe.You can’t be stuck in your house forever, you know! I know I can’t.” Shouted Jeremy.…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………… He didn’t mean harm, but he was still a bit too harsh towards Coco. Given her background, she suffered from a terrible and traumatic childhood. Her father, well, suffered from substance abuse and constantly inflicted physical, emotional and sexual pain on both Coco, and her mom. On the other hand, as for her mom, as a result of knowing that she cannot seek vengeance from her husband made the horrible...

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Mr No Name Devil

Submitted to Contest #103

”Woah, where in the world am I?”I whispered in my child like astonishment.A tall figure, quite slender but not too skinny, I would say about half sliver and half white hair wearing fancy, not really elegant but not casual as well clothing. This ”man” walked up to me. His hands in his pockets, his wispy hair glowing in the immense darkness. His aqua blue eyes with a touch of caramelised brown. Didn’t come up to me at a fast pace, surely taking his time, unlike the encounters I’ve had with several other men. Middle school was, quite... awful. ...

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You’re Perfect Just the Way You Are!

Submitted to Contest #101

I-is t-that me? Naomi questioned herself. “No, it can’t possibly be. Not in this life at least.” She quietly muttered to herself. This is usually how her personality is like. Always judging, hurting, doubting, and questioning her true self. Naomi usually hunks that she has lost all empathy for my her own self. What kind is person can learn to love, if he does not love himself?People who are often depressed, anxious etc are often causing deep trouble for their inner selves without realising it. Think of it as a habit- for example, you ha...

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Dig in!

Submitted to Contest #100

“You can put that hideous looking container of whatsoever near her grave!”My great aunt that disliked my mother and I very much exclaimed, while patting her gradma-ish dress, and walking farther away from me with a disgusted look.I was still, a little hurt actually from her mean comment. But, I didn’t care because she meant nothing to me, let alone my life. I forced a subtle smile and walked at a slow pace to the sculpted stone. A number of thoughts instantly rushed through my mind.28 June 1999”Mmm! That smells de-licious, ma!” I said while ...

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Goodbye, So Called “Earth”

Submitted to Contest #99

Dear Diary,Life has been extremely tough for me. I calmed myself today by looking outside at the sunrise this evening when I returned home from school. School was awful today, more than usual. Miss Carey the awful was incredibly nasty to me during the French period. I explained to her several times that I’m still a beginner, but no! She didn’t even take time, let alone a few seconds at least to acknowledge that fact. It was like I was an invisible person to her. Maybe, I should just quit French. Although I love French with all my heart, the ...

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See You Soon, My Love.

I have nowhere to turn to. No one to share my thoughts with, no one to give me hope, no one to make me a good ol’ breakfast, no one to caress my head, telling me I’ll be something great. No one to share my worries with because they truly care about my future. and no one to give me all their love, because I’m broken and shallow. I have no real family, friends except my lovely wife. I can’t meet her and hug her so tightly that she’ll never be able to let go. I love her to the ends of the world, but I don’t know if she knows. I was poor to th...

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Two Hidden Killers and a Messy Bun Thug

Submitted to Contest #97

I was gasping for air. Trying to breath in, but no air would enter my lungs. I was suffering so badly that I had to lie down and sip water for twenty five minutes straight, but I think it’s fair for what I had seen. I am getting chills as I write this in my journal.You see, I’m a totally ordinary person. I live a very normal life and I had no trouble with anyone. In fact, I’m a peacemaker with ideally anyone whom I meet. Life was chill for me and I was chill with life... but it was the exact opposite for my next door neighbour. She never had...

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True Happiness at Last.

I don’t think I’m a living being.I mean- you must be confused right? What do I exactly mean, don’t I ”perform” the 7 characteristics of living organisms? If you think I don’t, how am I even typing this out? If you do... well I think I’m a different person.I don’t usually tell this to many people often, but I can’t depend on myself. I feel so lost since I got to University. You know that feeling when you feel like you‘re left alone in the middle of the desert and you have absolutely nowhere to go. Congratulations, that’s how I feel too. My wh...

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Peanut butter or Chocolate?

Submitted to Contest #95

“Call the ambulance for God sakes, Kelly! Oh my gosh! This is a life or death situation!” These were the words that were shouted out by Miss Fanouchi. I trembled with fear as I agreed to her order, constant pain stabbing my heart of thinking what to do. What will happen to Philip Jr? How about the grudge Miss Fanouchi will hold against me? My career?Little Philip was gasping for air as he held tight to Miss Fanouchi’s poofy, floral skirt. He was mumbling, “I can’t breathe, mama, I can’t breathe.” He was struggling on the floor, spinning, fid...

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Running Away

Submitted to Contest #94

Huh. I saw him standing on the far right of the London Underground Metro Train. He looked resistant, hesitant and nervous as he carried his heavy leather bags. The bags had tiny cute travelling stickers, which made me feel warm. They were souvenir stickers from France, South Africa, Egypt, India and a few others. I thought to myself, “Wow, Tom seems like quite the traveller.” Tom was never the “travelling type“ for all I knew about him. Shivers ran down my spine as I saw with my very own eyes about how he has changed so much over the years....

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Was Scared, Still a Little Scared.

Submitted to Contest #93

I was breathing heavily. Heard the guests talking like they had never ever met before. Mumbling, whispering, screeching, screaming and other witchcraft I didn’t know. I waited outside before the large rusted wooden door. It had a gorgeous professional looking doorknob which was endorsed with a golden pattern. I was mesmerised. ( Weird, huh? Thought so, too.) I mean it was pretty after all, right? Of course, how stupid of me. You weren’t there. So, I stepped a little farther and hid behind a humungous tree filled with juicy, ripe, fresh green...

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