Simrin Dhillon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2022

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4 Stories

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“The Documentary” by Simrin Dhillon

Submitted to Contest #147

TW: Mentions of death The first change in my marriage was the way that he looked at me. Our glances had always been wistful and filled with love. Whenever I felt at my most strong and confident, I could feel his gaze on me with adoration and obsession. His eyes were always dripping with lust and love for me, and this made our relationship a love for the ages. Now, he looks at me with suspicion. Rather than flirty winks, I receive narrowed eyes filled with distrust. His stares are sharp and judgmental rather than sweet and longing. He’s b...

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“We Will Survive” by Simrin Dhillon

Submitted to Contest #146

TW: mentions of death and killing zombies  Dear Kayla,  First off, it’s important to know that you survive.  That’s right, you heard it here first (or...last?) you make it out of this hellish landscape alive. No bites, no scares, no turning points.   There’s a lot that I want to tell you but I’ll have to keep it short. We’re packing up to move camp soon due to another horde that’s been spotted along the eastern wall of the sanctuary. You know how these zombies get. So inconvenient.  Or maybe you don’t know....

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“Ms. World ” by Simrin Dhillon

Submitted to Contest #145

India looked around the dressing room and chuckled lightly to herself. Canada looked like she was about to excuse herself to pass out in the back room, and Japan clearly didn’t know how to breath beneath that corset. She took a moment to pat down her saree, the orange and yellow fabric smoothening out beneath her as she traced her hands against the fine silk. India knew she was a fierce contender for Ms. World, and she would have happily taken the crown (and the prize money) on the first day were it not for one thing standing in her way.&nbs...

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“Darling” by Simrin Dhillon

Submitted to Contest #144

TW: allusions to mental and physical abuse "Say cheese!” I chirped happily.  Darling screamed at me from behind the duct tape on his curved lips, tears rolling down his long face as he struggled against the ropes on his hands to no avail. I had spent months practicing those knots and it was safe to say he was tied firmly to the chair beneath him. I shook my head and bent down to be in frame with him, smiling into the camera that I held with my outstretched hand before snapping a picture, the film rolling with a purr as the photo ...

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New writer excited to share some pieces!