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Prithviraj Suryawanshi

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2021

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The Hero who Believed in Nothing

Prithviraj Suryawanshi

Submitted to Contest #316

CW: While there are no explicit scenes, the story is written in a coarse lingo, with multiple swear words and a crass way of describing people, to reflect the fictional narrator's personality. There once was a man who lived in the centre of the world, as far from the Western Queen in her palace of ice as he was from your muddy little town.You see, things happen in the centre. What we get are but the ripples; the stones always fall into the centre. There are a thousand markets in the centre of civilisation, and people of half as many colours...

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A Dragon's Sale

Prithviraj Suryawanshi

Submitted to Contest #185

Nilar, like most other dragons, owned a proud hoard. Some of it, he had collected himself, but most, he had inherited.His grandfather, a proud Gothwing dragon, had collected a respectable amount in his lifetime. But it was Nilar’s father, yet another proud Gothwing dragon, who was the Great Collector of his family.Nilar’s father had been an ordinary thieving dragon for most of his youth. But when his wife, Nilar’s mother, flew away with a Snaketail dragon, Nilar’s father drowned himself in his work, having sworn to become the richest dragon ...

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A Witch's Word

Prithviraj Suryawanshi

Shortlisted for Contest #179 ⭐️

Now, Tinny wasn’t a procrastinator; it was Time who was always in a hurry. It was only yesterday when the year had begun, and somehow Time had managed to squeeze a lot more than a day in the twenty-four hours since then. And now Tinny was left playing catch-up. Her own fault that there was even a game to play, really. A resolution list, she had made! As if dreams were docile enough to agree to spend a year confined to the page. But the notion had seemed appealing when Milya told her about it, in Milya’s house exactly a year ago. “Oh, i...

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War and Propriety

Prithviraj Suryawanshi

Submitted to Contest #153

It was called the No Man’s Land, and what it was, was the alleyway between the house gardens of Mrs. Clakes and Mrs. Milte. It was named so by one of them; exactly who named it was long forgotten. It was named a long time ago, and that it was later mutually agreed upon was all that was remembered. This story is about that alleyway and the two women who named it, and who have hated each other since long before it was given a name. “All wars are personal,” Mr. Clakes used to say when he was still alive. And he was a man of war; he knew a...

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Metronome

Prithviraj Suryawanshi

Submitted to Contest #137

The metallic air, along with the stench of runoff coolants, wafting up from the street through the rain smelled so acerbic that it made Leta imagine her nose hairs curling inward as she inhaled it, her stomach churning at the thought of it. She quickened her pace when she tasted bile at the tip of her tongue. She walked with her eyes downcast, trying to discourage any phantoms that might want to talk to her. How does anyone live here!Of course, the scant few who lived on Metronome were either used to it or were crazy. Perhaps, they lived on ...

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God's Knowing

Prithviraj Suryawanshi

Submitted to Contest #117

This is incredible.To his left was Earth. It had a shimmering cerulean glow about it which starkly contrasted its pitch-black cosmic backdrop. Henu couldn’t see even a single star, standing in front of the Gate, and that sent a chill down his spine. His home, which was immense and humbling, could now fit in his hand. Henu wondered if he crushed it would he rid them of their suffering.He stood transfixed by the beauty of his world for a long time. With time comes perception, and with perception comes the truth. Henu squinted when he saw an or...

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What Lies Beyond

Prithviraj Suryawanshi

Submitted to Contest #115

“Aren’t you curious?” Liona whispered, straining her bare toes trying to look over the wall. Her face barely made it to the top. It was too cold for them to be in their nightgowns, and too dark for them to be out of their beds. But there would never again be an opportunity so perfect. Alina was summoned back to the palace, and Maya was fast asleep having drunk a bit too much at the feast. Something a server had called a lager. Liona had thought she had misheard. The word oddly reminded her of wood. And why would anyone ever name a drink afte...

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