Saptarshi Mukherjee

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2021

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“Fall from Grace” by Saptarshi Mukherjee

Submitted to Contest #182

(CW : Occasional use of strong language, suicide)(This story serves as the prequel to my previous short story "Numb". If you enjoy this one, check out "Numb" on my profile. However, both the stories are standalones).The taxi screeched to a stop along the curb of the rain-battered street. Nick and Dan, encapsulated within black trench coats and grey hats entered the taxi, shutting the door behind them.“Follow that car.” Dan instructed the driver, pointing at the white sedan pulling away from the curb and out into the night. Nick was completel...

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“Disagreements” by Saptarshi Mukherjee

Submitted to Contest #149

[CW : References to sexual practices, occasional use of strong language.]Light and darkness, brought on the by the flickering fluorescent white light of the morgue, bickered with each other over Sam’s father’s face, none winning yet not losing. His father lay on the frozen tray of the morgue, lifeless. The coroner had sewed up his insides, brought outside by the collision, and the stitching showed as a vertical slash along the axis of his body.“Do you identify him as Mr. Percival Bratton?” the officer was asking, to him he realized.All he co...

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“Weeping Heavens” by Saptarshi Mukherjee

Submitted to Contest #112

[CW : Strong language, domestic violence]Be careful what you wish for, they say.Well said.In his search for eternal peace and quiet he had wound up here,the five feet by five feet room of solitary confinement. The only opening on the rear wall of his cell, what passed for a window here, opened into an alley within the prison compound not more than two feet wide. The alley was as confined as him, by his cell on one side and a gray wall on the other, seeming like a cliff for all the renditions of the word.Everything stood still in his cell. Th...

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“Numb” by Saptarshi Mukherjee

Submitted to Contest #111

“Where am I?”The white painted room with a bright white light blinded him momentarily.“What can you tell us about the pill Necrophilam?” a voice edged with steel threw the question at him. Her face was hard to make out against the blinding light which created a halo around her head.“What?” he asked her. “What is that?”“Ok. Let’s try this again. Do you know of the compounds moxizypin and edenovora?” she asked.He tried to think but the headache made it all but impossible.“What?”Without showing any visible signs of exasperation she repeated the...

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I'm an amateur writer, munching away at chips and typing away on the keyboard. Here's me hoping that you'll like my stories. Happy reading. Cheers🥂