Priyanka Chaya

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2022

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“Dump Him, He's Trash.” by Priyanka Chaya

I lowered my face to look stare down at my lap, not wanting Chris to see me blush. There was no doubt he was the cutest, most coveted boy in school…and for good reason too.  “So what do you say, huh?” he asked. I lifted my gaze to meet his and was greeted by those two deep, green oceans. God, I how I would have loved to dive into those welcoming waters.  “Yeah. I mean, yes, I’d lov—like to go to the movies on Sunday. I just, I have to make sure I’m free. So, like, I’ll check and get back to you?” I exhaled quickly, tucking a st...

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“The Curse” by Priyanka Chaya

“Please, Mom, one more book. Please!” His innocent, wide-eyed gaze was near impossible to refuse. She relented with a sigh, patting the bed next to her and he eagerly snuggled into her side. She smelled of dryer sheets, peppermint tea, a slight, fresh sweat, and Estée Lauder’s Knowing. In Owen’s six-year-old mind, she simply smelled like ‘Mom’, and he deeply inhaled her sweet, familiar scent.  A wave of emotions overcame him. He felt so secure, so safe, and underneath it all, so afraid of the moment his protector would turn off the li...

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“A Perfect Match” by Priyanka Chaya

“God, what is taking her so damn long?” the drunk, sweating groom groaned impatiently, pacing the courtyard. I felt his stare burning into the side of my head, as if somehow I should have answers concerning his bride. I kept my eyes down, continuing to click through the shots I’d taken on my camera. “Hey, bro,” he called to me, “can you go light a fire under her ass?” Without acknowledging the intoxicated groom, I walked off in the direction of the bridal suite to find Jill, all the while wondering what kind of girl had agreed to marry ...

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“Little Piggy” by Priyanka Chaya

Submitted to Contest #143

Bree’s hateful stare was practically burning a hole into the back of her best friend’s skull.Chris threw her head back, laughing hysterically at something Aaron had said. Her thick, blonde hair fell all over Bree’s desk, who brushed it away in disgust.But Chris, I thought you were seeing someone? So, what are you doing flirting with Aaron, you slut? Bree thought in a rage. She felt a pang of jealousy as the two of them watched a video on Aaron’s phone, so close together that their heads were nearly touching.It was a sunny, Friday afternoon a...

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Author bio

Communications professional by day, amateur creative writer by the ungodly hours of the night. Here to get back to what I love: reading and writing about things that go bump in the night. You can find me on Twitter @_prichaya