Prachi Kumbhare

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

Stories (8)

8 Stories

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“The Unfulfilled Dream” by Prachi Kumbhare

Submitted to Contest #66

I’ve always agreed to people’s choices and preferences, but when mine was at stake, I had no one by my side. Well, so that left me with nothing but to gallop. I’ve made compromises and settled even for less than I deserved, but not anymore. The water was over the head, and I had to swim to live. Letting myself sunk would have left me with nothing but the option of death.So here I am. Away from my past, my misery, my dearest mother, and the love of my life. But that is nothing in comparison to my freedom. This feels good and amazing!It’s such...

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“Something in those Whispers” by Prachi Kumbhare

Submitted to Contest #64

Satan was prayed from every single extremity of the world on this night of the full moon. It was believed that on this very night, the dark magic was utmost powerful and could destroy even the practitioner if mistaken.The wolves howled louder, the forests were quieter, the winds produced whispers, and the fear of awakening of the devil escalated all around. Every single human in that town stayed inside their homes, lighting the lamp of hope. It was believed back then if the lamp of hope was burning, no evil could harm an innocent, only if th...

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“Feuille-morte­” by Prachi Kumbhare

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. A maple abscissed over the top-soil of the green grass in the park. I fetched out the deckchair to the park with me. It was crispy, so I put on a vest. My residence was right across that maple tree in a wooden house. It was just like me. Old, rusty, yet lively and attractive. I was seated next to the tree in the park, waiting for my friend, Greg. I was munching some apples a kid gave me and observing people at a glance.I felt nostalgic by seeing a couple who was sitting across me on a b...

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“Where Anything Is Possible” by Prachi Kumbhare

Submitted to Contest #62

I scrutinized at the light of the tungsten-halogen incoming right through my room’s window. There was some construction work happening, loud noises of workers and machinery couldn’t enfold the only sentence persisting in my mind saying, ‘You are cured.’ That sentence was a lie. I was resting on my bed, wondering why me? Asking god, folding my legs while the cushions supported my back, ‘What sins did I do in my past life to face this demon in my life again? I thought I was past it two months back. Please, let me die this time. I was afraid to...

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“Loony Love” by Prachi Kumbhare

Submitted to Contest #61

(Police siren wailing)‘I didn’t mean to do this. It just happened. I am sorry, but it was a reflex action towards her cruel behavior.’ She says.She looks at her, clenches her eyes as the tears roll off her cheeks on the floor. Glancing at the officer, expecting him to show some sympathy towards her, she pleads, but as she bursts into tears, he grimly put handcuffs on her, turning her around and pushing her to walk down the building saying, ‘Miss Bennet, you are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will and can ...

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“L'amour Est Altruist ” by Prachi Kumbhare

Submitted to Contest #60

People say when you die, all you see are the glimpses of your misdeeds. But what if everyone dies, but you. It sounds horrific, right? Here I am today, all alone, stuck in the future. I have no clue what year or day it is. Last I remember, it was November 21, 2020. There is no sign of living here, except me. I’ve lost my power, and I have no idea how am I going to survive. Oh god! What have I done? Was all of this just because of me? Am I the reason for this awful plight? I NEED ANSWERS!!! Ugg. I need to search for some water else I am going...

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“Our Home” by Prachi Kumbhare

Submitted to Contest #59

Stepping out of the train station, gazing towards the sky dreadfully, he sighed. Heaven was about to cry while he took the luggage. I was staring at him with narrowed eyes observing all of his dramas, drinking hot coffee from across the station. I have no idea why the hell he dislikes such a romantic climate? The petrichor soothes the brain cells and George has his drama going on. Why do men have to be such a baby about this beautiful weather?  I smiled looking at the sky, dreaming to take a bath. It reminded me of how tired I am of tra...

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“The Girl I Fell in Love With” by Prachi Kumbhare

Submitted to Contest #58

Trigger warning: suicide   She was standing there, all alone in the rain, with a black umbrella. When I saw her, it looked like she was trying to escape all the traffic and otherworldly noises only to have some alone time. She felt as if the world wasn’t hers anymore. She looked weak, sorrowful as if she had done a lot of crying. She was standing on the footpath, waiting to cross the road. The traffic cleared, and the rain slowed but, she couldn’t move. The wind took away her umbrella. It looked like someone or something was holding her...

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Passionate about writing, Procrastinator, Extrovert, Spontaneous, Expressive and Sarcastic!