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Rohit Pruthi

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2025

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Do you want to play?

"Do you want to play?" it said. It was written in big bold golden letters on a black screen. Before I could close the pop-up, the word 'play' turned to 3D font. It was made up of balloon letters. It then took up the whole screen. Then L blew up releasing golden confetti on the screen. A door appeared on the screen, locked. It said "pay" in balloon lettered font. I closed the pop-up advert then, mindlessly. I was back to doom scrolling on the hand held screen once again. My food had arrived. The approval from the gate security app opened up o...

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I have a sweet tooth

You rang the bell? Come on in. I will not switch on the light. It is not so dark in reality. The sun is not down still. It just feels dark. Mum says it feels so, especially when you step in from the sun. I see little flashes of light—small circles. You get used to it after a few minutes. If you blink a few times, you can see clearly. Try it. It works, doesn't it? Step right here. This is my room. I have lived here all my life—all of my years—I am seven today. I am the oldest I have been now. Isn't that great! How old are you? Why don't you ...

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Hello, World

Submitted to Contest #310

Hello, World. Welcome. Come right in, World.Yes, right in through the porthole. Is it big enough for you? It sure is. Come in to my room. *** My room has a table facing a small window on the wall. It is not your run of the mill rectangular box shape - the window, I mean, not the table. The table is just rectangular. The window though is special. It is a circular window. What would be called a porthole - if it were in a ship at sea. Sometimes it does feel like this house is a ship at sea. Like we are in a story. But, one thing makes it back r...

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A table for one

Submitted to Contest #309

The drizzle outside has started to pick up. The drops are growing larger with every passing moment. The gap in time between their fall is getting smaller. The pitter patter sound they make as they splash on the ground is becoming louder. Ever since I was a child, I never could tell if it was raining strongly to take cover or was it mild enough to enjoy it just a little more. It's the reason I fall sick every rainy season. I am still wondering about why it is so when a soft but assertive hand pulls me into the coffee shop. We stand against th...

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One second per second

Submitted to Contest #304

Nine Minutes remaining - the wrist watch on my hand is running in reverse. I know not why.I am standing in the world congress - where history was made. It took three global wars resulting in failed global governance and then a fourth one involving aliens - is it proper to say aliens now? - took all that for humanity to realize the need for a planetary government. One that could represent us as one in the universe, rationally. One that could answer questions like the one I have today.“Can you explain again, doctor? And this time in layman Eng...

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Clockwork

Submitted to Contest #295

The inside of an ambulance is scary. There is a sense of urgency, rightfully, but the environment lacks a certain confidence. There are IV tubes hanging around, which as they move reflect light rather playfully. It is kind of like a discotheque, absurdly. I think I am on opioids, for pain not pleasure. In the faint light I can see dried blood stains - each carrying a memory of a prior trip, a prior life. There is a light on the top of the ambulance roof outside, blaring an ominous signal, that to me seems to be pointing to the imminent end.T...

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Echo

It’s a hot day as the bus climbs up the hill. There are a handful of people onboard, all of them listening to the lady sitting at the aisle seat in the elderly section. “He is buried in a village about twenty kms from the town we both grew up in. The most convenient way there is using this bus, at my age at least – older models like me still use public transport – most newer ones can make their own. You take this transport bus, the one which runs every day at 8:30 in the morning, and the same comes back in the afternoon. If you are close to ...

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