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“December Fool” by Pasupu .

Submitted to Contest #125

“Welcome back to the morning commercial slot. As you sip onto your coffees and scroll through your phones, where does your mind wander? Your mind lost focus already, but don’t fear your loss of focus, we’ve got you covered.” “Introducing to you, Anaitika Pharma’s latest over the counter, prescription free, dopamine control pills. Just pop two an hour, ...

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“The Question Without An Answer” by Pasupu .

Submitted to Contest #108

I'll tell you how my routine goes about, I wake up every week day, just like the rest of them. I brush my teeth, and I get ready. I have my breakfast and go to office. Then I slave throughout the rest of the day in my office. I come back, I have my dinner and sleep. This goes on for the five week days. And then come Saturday and Sunday. The entire week's sleep deprivation is compensated and before no time...

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“The Soul Never Dies” by Pasupu .

Submitted to Contest #102

Whenever someone recalls their good old times, it always feels the same. They think that their time was the best, and right now is the worst. This cycle keeps going on, the older ones go on and on about how times have worsened, the younger ones grow up and tell the same when they are old.Although I can't say the same in my case, one thing I'm certain of is that a lot has changed since I was born.A bird decided to eat fruit from the fig tree which was my mother. That's when I first came to life, inside t...

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“Break The Walls Down” by Pasupu .

Submitted to Contest #101

This line will be repeated.This line will be repeated.This line will be repeated."So that's it? That's how you're going to address the prompt? Just add a line three times?""Yes, why not?""What do you mean by why not? Where'...

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“The Invaluable Asset” by Pasupu .

Submitted to Contest #100

He fidgeted around with his pen as the clock struck quarter past 2. He heaved a sigh of relief as his shift would end in 15 minutes. Just then, he received a text from his boss, “I would like to wholeheartedly commend your commitment to our company. For the last 5431 days, you have shown the utmost loyalty and dedication in your work. Not only have you completed your daily tasks, but you have stayed back fo...

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“The Prison Of Repetition” by Pasupu .

TW: suicide When the thought of ending it first came, I was shocked beyond belief. I never expected to get such depressing thoughts. Then I pondered about it and then I shunned it all together. Yes, of course, suicide is an option to break away from the rat race.   I could imagine why I would get such thoughts. I had to wake up reluctantly every day, I had to brush my teeth, then I had to eat, then I had go to office. And in office, someone else would take credit for my work, while I slave throughout the day. ...

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“The Park” by Pasupu .

Submitted to Contest #85

I was born in Bangalore, way before the corporate revolution hit India. We were satisfied with routine jobs and stable life. But my hometown was something else. The old British roads were still intact. The neatly spaced lines of copper pods never ceased to turn with the season. The air always seemed to smell of light vapor. The rainy seasons were particularly brilliant. Drinking spicy cha...

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“The Judgmental Ceiling Fan” by Pasupu .

⭐️ Shortlisted for Contest #84

Humans have always been judgmental beings. That is why they have assigned me the role of a ceiling fan.  My only job is to look down on people because I cannot control the speed at which I turn. It is all in their hands. Those knob heads control me with a knob. And for the past ten years, I have been judging them as the ceiling fan of the Government Utility Bill Payment Office.  Last March...

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“Through The Eyes of A Criminal” by Pasupu .

Submitted to Contest #51

Dileep’s undeterred gaze caught sight of the twinkling stars, through the small window of his cell. Over the past few years, his cell had lost its claustrophobic stranglehold on his imagination. Not straying far from the stereotypical environment of a central jail’s cell, Dileep’s cell looked a sorry state.The cell probably wasn’t longer than 10 feet in length, and every time Dileep stretched his arms the walls always blocked him. Dileep assumed t...

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“Is This It?” by Pasupu .

Submitted to Contest #49

As I entered the main office, the flickering tube-lights failed to ignite my anxiety. I don’t remember the last time I had an episode of anxiety, I probably got used to it. I remember the sight of my face when I stared into my faded mirror in the morning. I don’t know even know how long and fo...

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