Rachaita Chakraborty

“Being a beautiful butterfly.” by Rachaita Chakraborty

Submitted to Contest #89

My mother has been dead for years now but I am still inside this apartment that we shared, under the blankets. And now my stomach churn and toes curl and muscles twist and twitch and shiver as the skin over my cheeks and arm soak more of the salty water blurring out from my vision. I still wait under these covers for her to wake me up like she used to do back when I used to groan at her annoying shouts and all her lectures about how I can become a better person but now that she doesn't do it anymore and the fact that she must be searching fo...

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“Art span ” by Rachaita Chakraborty

Submitted to Contest #84

They were standing in a line, one space bar gap between them and their shoulders holding the potential to stare straight at Amel's eyes through the laptop. Amel, with the back of her neck screaming pain strained her neck even more deep, close to the screen. She sailed her eyes through the lines, rereading to confirm she did not miss anything or if the lines said something else she never meant. Her nose sucked huge strides of air, flaring them back down so the paper under her chin floated softly through the desk, settling at the edge. Amel fe...

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“New message” by Rachaita Chakraborty

From: jedisnotdead@gmail.com To: thatandroidfriend@gmail.com Subject: I'm sorry. You seem too scary to talk to at first when you spoke from nowhere and said that you wanted a friend, the fact that you propped yourself up and stood on my palm wasn't what I expected. I know.....I know that I flinched in terror and threw you out of the fourth-floor window. But look? I repaired you, spend most of my savings here. Please, now that I think of it, you are a great companion.  Please say something.  «thatandroidfriend to jed...

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“Obsessed with you.” by Rachaita Chakraborty

Submitted to Contest #68

Did you want to hear a secret? Here's it, you don't know where I am right now, what I am doing right now. Do you know how many strangers you see in a day? Oh, I get it, you are stuck at home with this pandemic barking around. Through the internet then? You've seen me but you'll never know what I look like. Probably your neighbour, probably that one stranger who commented on your post, perhaps the new unknown follower on your media account. Anything. Anyone. Anywhere. You won't even know how I watch you, your every action, how beautifully you...

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“Purple lips” by Rachaita Chakraborty

Submitted to Contest #67

Her head was small with long fluffy hairs oscillating side by side as the bus took turns. I could see the side of her face as she stared outside the window. My legs crossed, my chest leaning deep inside my chair as I watched the stranger in front of me, her back was facing my front, a maroon coloured dress embraced her body, her legs were crossed too, her feet tensely hitting the floor as she bit her lip, her eyes wandering outside the window of the bus. Her hair was coloured in a light shade of blue, the way it bounced and flowed rhythmic...

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“The Raven Manor” by Rachaita Chakraborty

Submitted to Contest #64

Death. My affinity towards the end of a soul has pervaded my vision into utter satisfaction. I saw many life marking a full stop throughout my span. A sensation of pure delight filled my dark eyes as they saw demonic creatures settle in every soul existed. I can never claim to see the whole universe, but what my Raven Manor have seen, is satisfactory to feed the dark heaven of my mind. The Raven manor stood in the far end from the crowd, keeping its ears closed for the cruelty that lingered in the town. The enormous structure sustained f...

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“Scared till death” by Rachaita Chakraborty

Submitted to Contest #60

The main door screamed in pain due to the constant pushing and scratching, but Erik knew if he kept the silence, they would go. They didn't have brains to think, they were just hungry. He waited inside the new unknown house, his chest rising and falling rapidly, he stared at the closed door, listening to the growls and the scratches. Not fans, just hunters. Waiting. The long blood dripping axe rested at the strong grip of his hand. Wait. Wait till they break in through the groaning door. His skin sunk in deep with every heavy breath, his...

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