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Shreenidhi Ramamurthi

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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Farewell! O' Friend

Shreenidhi Ramamurthi

Submitted to Contest #89

The last rays of the Sun disappeared beneath the breeze kissed water. The Fishermen secured their boats before leaving for the day. The coastal guards with their whistles blowing loud, shoved the last of the bathers who seemed to be in a world of their own, out of water. Partha was fiddling with his phone as always, the rays of which were beginning to get brighter than the evening Sun. We sat at a safe distance from the waves and the crabs but close enough to watch the sea dance to the tu...

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The Legend of Haku

Shreenidhi Ramamurthi

Submitted to Contest #85

River Gaya spread her arms wide and embraced the City of Zora in a full circle before escaping into the Thunder Waterfall which marked the entrance of the city. The silver sword stood perched on a rock in the middle of the waterfall, undisturbed for many years. The sword, along with the Castle and the Statue Park that covered the perimeter of the river was a source of terror in the heart of every citizen of the city. In the past, many people had tried to rebel against their tyrant leader Zora but ended up being a statue in the Statue Park. R...

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A Dreadful Dream

Shreenidhi Ramamurthi

Submitted to Contest #83

Mohit punched the water with all his might. The salt water splashed on his face and was indistinguishable from the sweat dripping from his face. Near him, several people were screaming and calling out the names of their dear ones. But had he ensured that his dear one was safe? He spread his hands wide like a flying bird and lay flat on the water. The neon-coloured life jacket around his waist kept him afloat. Like a log swaying up and down with the waves, he lay afloat, hoping that the water would swallow him. He cursed himself for his psych...

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Replay!

Shreenidhi Ramamurthi

Submitted to Contest #81

His birthday is no less special this year. I see the clock pointing six when I return form the store. I hang my waist coat by the door and quickly place the fragrant flowers that I had just bought, in a transparent vase, half filled with water. I sweep and mob the floor until I feel the jasmine flavoured disinfectant lingering in the air. I had chosen jasmine scent as it is easily distinguishable from other scents, faintly aware that in a few hours I would smell roses. As I check for any unfinished work, I see the windows sneakily let in the...

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Let's Do It!

Shreenidhi Ramamurthi

Submitted to Contest #78

Shobi sat in a silent corner holding a glass of orange juice, more to have something to hold than to have a drink. She was tired of the never-ending tide of dance followed by music. She was about to leave when Jai took a seat near her. ‘Not so soon Shobi. At least stay until you hear Manu deliver your script,’ he said pulling her hand towards the chair. ‘No Jai, I am exhausted. It’s already past nine. I have to go to work tomorrow,’ sa...

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A Strange Conversation

Shreenidhi Ramamurthi

Submitted to Contest #76

‘But why did you leave your place? My apologies,’ Neel said adjusting his glasses so that the sunrays perfectly outlined his frameless spectacles, ‘but I still don’t get your point.’ Parvati chuckled. Her coal black eyes sparkled with excitement as she recounted her good old days. Few years ago, she would have shed tears at its memory, but now she had grown stronger and wiser. ‘The Black Mountain,’ she said simply. Neel couldn’t help but notice the slight pink shade taking over her sunset yellow skin. She was rustic, like the clay doll he ...

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The Golden Bird

Shreenidhi Ramamurthi

Submitted to Contest #73

Disclaimer: The characters Panchali and Krishna are inspired by Indian Mythology. However the story is completely a fiction and not a part of the Indian Mythology. Little Kittu was lying on his Grandma’s lap, his cute little eyes wide open in excitement and his half agape mouth drooling. ‘Jusht one more shtory grandma, pleeeeeashe,’ said Kittu in his squeaky voice. Who could deny any request that comes from this soft melodious voice? ‘Ssshhhh! Not so loud! Your mother w...

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The Cookie Bond

Shreenidhi Ramamurthi

Submitted to Contest #71

“The best cookies are the ones that melt on your tongue like butter on a hot bread.” – Sahitya recalled the note that came along with the butterscotch cookies on her twentieth birthday. Every year on her birthday, she would receive a basket full of cookies along with a note that shared a secret to baking the best cookies. She had safely locked every note she had ever received in her safe box. ‘The day I bake the best cookies, the mother who gave birth to me shall come to me, forever’ - Sahitya thought to herself. Over the past twenty years o...

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