Sampurna Dasgupta

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

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11 Stories

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“Chapters of Life” by Sampurna Dasgupta

Submitted to Contest #105

[7 year old Chloe]A thick layer of snow enveloped the lonely streets like a newly washed blanket that enclosed a deserted bed. Seven year old Chloe ran around the playground as her mother bellowed “Hold up, darling, not so fast,” It was like a hornet chasing after a culprit. But the call was in vain, for Chloe was already halfway through her climb up to the topmost branch of the banyan tree.“Jeez, Chloe, that’s really high up,” her mother groaned as she followed her daughter’s steps.“The sky looks beautiful, momma,” the seven-year old squeal...

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“Room Number 7, July” by Sampurna Dasgupta

Submitted to Contest #103

"One shot of Bloody Mary please, Diana," I wailed, flopping my anti-socializing self on my usual seat, deserted from the rest of the bar."Coming right up, my love!" Diana bellowed, managing to squeeze in a few words in between the chaos and the tune that she had been humming."How is it going, ma cherei? Diana asked, flopping a couple of ice cubes so vigorously that a couple of drops spurted out and lashed on to my face instead."So so," I grunted taking out my embroidered napkin and moving on to the drink in stead."Another paper, I assume. We...

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“Connections and Instances” by Sampurna Dasgupta

Submitted to Contest #103

“Claire, will you please go and see that?” Lillian Evans, the detective, called out as she heard the doorbell ring. “A bunch of young girls, Madam,” said her help. “Please send them up. I’ll be there right away.” Miss Evans replied. Settling down on a sofa, Miss Evans smiled at the girls. “Please introduce yourselves.” “Clarice Brown, 21” “Janice Wright, 26” “Bexley Allen, 25” “Celine Miller, 24” “Melanie Ellison, 25” “And what brings you here?” asked Miss Evans. “An attempt to murder me” replied Clarice. …………… Previously… “We ought to repor...

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“Flashbacks” by Sampurna Dasgupta

Submitted to Contest #102

Humming a soft tune to myself that kept ringing in my ears, I added a spoonful of salted butter on a slice of bread and stared as it disappeared into its pores. Emptying a sachet of coffee powder into a cup of warm water (and managing to burn my finger in the process), I flopped a couple of sugar cubes which dissolved and enclosed the brown liquid. I stirred the liquid, looking dreamily into the miniature cyclone that was being formed inside my porcelain cup. Carrying that mug of coffee on one hand and walking towards my room, I took a sip, ...

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“Reflection to the Rescue” by Sampurna Dasgupta

Submitted to Contest #101

“Good morning, ma’am!” greeted the seventeen year old waitress to the usual visitor, Rebecca Dupont. Despite being so young, she had dark circles underneath her eyes, a strained smile and a frail body which obviously needed more time to be taken care of. “Good morning, Ava. May I occupy the seat by the window?” Miss Brown asked walking in with confident strides. She was a young lady in her end twenties. She was in a silk shirt, which was in the lightest shade of pink, which blended well with her chiffon, tulip skirt which had intricately car...

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“The Wrists” by Sampurna Dasgupta

Submitted to Contest #101

Trigger warning: self harm, abuse “Shut up everyone, Transparent Leaf is here!” shouted out the backbencher as the combination of shouts dissolved into a hushed silence. Soon enough, a twelve year old girl, much frailer than the rest of the class, with nearly white hair and eyebrows entered the classroom. She stood at the doorstep for a split second. Catching the stares and laughter at her, she walked up to her usual desk, which was at the corner at the back of the class, deserted from the rest. Flopping her schoolbag down on the floor, she ...

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“The Ingredients” by Sampurna Dasgupta

Submitted to Contest #100

Dried up autumn leaves fallen on the ground outside, strong sunshine that had descended and a delicious smell inside the walls- the day could not possibly turn out to be bad, could it? Mr. Wilson drove through hurriedly, swearing at the rash drivers, through the blearing, deafening horns. “Are you mad? Trying to get killed, are you? If you are so desperate, you might as well go and take a dive from the Burj Khalifa!” one called out. “Sorry buddy, it’s my wife’s birthday today,” came his reply with a grin. For some reason, he took pride in th...

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“The Magician ” by Sampurna Dasgupta

Submitted to Contest #100

“Dawn! Come on now, do hurry up and come for breakfast, or you’ll be late for school!” Miss Brown called out for her nine year old daughter, swallowing the lump in her throat. She was a woman in her early thirties, with brown curls that fell up till her shoulders and hazel eyes that held unexpressed emotions that had all been bottled up inside. Her husband, Robert, had left her for another lady about five months back. “He’s gone for a trip, darling, a long trip,” would be the reply every time Dawn longed to meet her father. “Well, when is ...

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“Poisoned” by Sampurna Dasgupta

Submitted to Contest #99

“Babe?”“Mhm?” Jack asked, putting an arm around Laura.“The sky looks rather pretty today, doesn’t it?” Laura smiled looking at the sun that was peeping out from between the clouds that had settled in the sky. Beams of fresh sunshine flew into the room.“It sure does. But, you look rather pale, Lozzie. Would you like something to eat?” Jack asked, concerned.“No, Jack, I’m full. I’ve just got a couple of hours, and then death shall take me away” Laura sighed, lying on the hospital bed, looking out of the window, trying to capture the last sky t...

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“Familiar Faces” by Sampurna Dasgupta

Submitted to Contest #97

The smell of fresh snow floated around outside while the fragrance of my piping hot pie that I had just baked spread inside. By the time I had reached home after what seemed like an extremely long day at work, a thick layer of snow had gathered on the roof of my small, cozy cottage. Cutting out a thick slice of the meat pie, I dug out a leather bound, brown book from my shelf and I settled myself on the edge of my bed beside my window. I wiped the thick layer of dust that almost covered the book. Flipping through the pages of my book, I smil...

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“Connections and Instances” by Sampurna Dasgupta

Submitted to Contest #96

“Claire, will you please go and see that?” Lillian Evans, the detective, called out as she heard the doorbell ring. “A bunch of young girls, Madam,” said her help. “Please send them up. I’ll be there right away.” Miss Evans replied. Settling down on a sofa, Miss Evans smiled at the girls. “Please introduce yourselves.” “Clarice Brown, 21” “Janice Wright, 26” “Bexley Allen, 25” “Celine Miller, 24” “Melanie Ellison, 25” “And what brings you here?” asked Miss Evans. “An attempt to murder me” replied Clarice. …………… Previously… “We ought to repor...

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Author bio

Just another author who mainly writes mystery based, fiction, short stories. If you're looking for stories by me, I recommend 'Connections and Instances' which is a detective story and 'Room Number 7, July'.