Raveena Weerabahu

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2020

Stories (6)

6 Stories

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“Black on Blue” by Raveena Weerabahu

Submitted to Contest #99

The symphony of colour began to fade as the sunset succumbed to the inevitability of time. The reds, golds, oranges, and pinks that had cast a dappled reflection on the choppy waves all turned into muddied hues before being swallowed up by an expanse of deep blue. Even as the last tell-tale rays of light reached pitifully like a drowning victim against the horizon there was not a smidgen of mercy...

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“Only Everyday” by Raveena Weerabahu

Submitted to Contest #81

He looked woefully out of place - an average Joe with a tie askew, whose mundane routine had been temporarily disrupted to accommodate a commercial spectacle he was expected to begrudgingly fulfil. There was a box of store-bought chocolates with a frayed ribbon beside a bottle of warming beer. A battered briefcase was shoved beneath the table - its clasps seemingly offering no security as crinkle...

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“Living Memory, Dead City” by Raveena Weerabahu

Submitted to Contest #80

The boy watched as the ground shuddered, groaned and quaked as it teetered on the precipice of rupture. The reverberations seemed to liquify the steadfast stone structures while trees teetered precariously on the slopes in the distance. He was too young to grasp the perilousness of the situation; too young to comprehend that he too would soon be a victim of not just mother nature but also of the ...

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“Truths Untold, Lies Unsaid” by Raveena Weerabahu

Submitted to Contest #76

“It tastes disgusting!” The mother’s eyes searched the faces at the table as she served each plate generously. The father chewed with steadfast resoluteness; his impassiveness at this moment of more paramount importance than the poker game he had returned from. The children pushed charred edges around the plate noiselessly – having learned long ago the lesson of silence. There was no c...

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“Remember to Forget” by Raveena Weerabahu

Submitted to Contest #75

“May I remember to forget” she vowed in firm resolution, even as a stranger peered across at her almost invasively. Chipped nails adorned the hand that rubbed blearily as the owner struggled to comprehend the image ahead. Weary eyes, wrinkled skin, chapped lips and frown lines told the tale of a soul beset with hardships. She turned away from the mirror; its ornate frame glinting contrastingly against th...

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“Four and One” by Raveena Weerabahu

Submitted to Contest #74

31122020 It was a lusterless wallpaper that adorned the chipped plaster. The dull light made the faint lines dance across the peripheries of his vision as he laboured on the latest addition. The repetitive scratch against the wall echoing disproportionately as he struggled to manoeuvre his wrist into the far recesses of the room. Crossing over the...

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Author bio

My writing has always been for someone else but having written them I've kept them to myself. This is me sharing my stories so please treat them well!