Shrutika Tiwari

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Liberty in chains” by Shrutika Tiwari

Submitted to Contest #105

Fear. The concept of fear was way too familiar for me given the fact that it was all I knew in my teen years. Being an independent woman of twenty three with a secure job, associate degrees in both technical and creative writing, a place to live, clothes of my own to wear and so on- all of this does nothing to dissipate the fear that still lingers; the fear I carried with me ever since her death. The system failed us, but no surprise there. It often does in a world this big and people too fake. He was a good actor. Referring to him in past t...

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“Him” by Shrutika Tiwari

Submitted to Contest #102

The engine roars again in the stillness of night. A loud bang startles me. My window is open, again. I leave the comfort of my blankets and tread quietly towards the guest room impoverished of human touch for years. The window is faulty, much like everything in this house. But fixing things will have to wait till I graduate Highschool and can work full-time somewhere; cause mama can't. Not with her unstable CNS and physiotherapy sessions we can barely afford. Windows are the symbolism for reluctance. We would laugh over the Geeky Engl...

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“Scorching sun” by Shrutika Tiwari

Submitted to Contest #99

I can see his bones. The metal chains have torn apart the cluster of cells layered to protect his femur and the sight is too painful to stare at more than a minute. He doesn't scream anymore and that's not surprising because I've seen him try; he can't scream anymore. The dark used to be my ally. I would hide away from the world with music pounding alongside the regular beats of my heart, around me. Those moments used to be a blessing in my usual wreck of a life. But now I would trade my whole life just to have one day in light, un...

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“Lost in Time” by Shrutika Tiwari

Submitted to Contest #98

Misery; that's all what memories mean for me anymore. Only last night I was breathing in her fragrance- a lovely shade of chocolate her hair was and her eyes blue and bewitching. Then like every other morning I woke up again, only to realize I don't exist for her anymore. I sigh as I navigate through the wilderness trying to follow the hidden trail I use regularly to go looking for water. I chew the remnants of a raw fish I caught the previous morning.Fire is a luxury; scratch that- everything I took granted on Terra is a luxury here, be it ...

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