Smriti Sudhakar

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2023

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Today, Tomorrow ” by Smriti Sudhakar

Submitted to Contest #241

It’s just one day. One inconsequential day among a sea of other inconsequential days. However, if by some miracle today had any meaning, then it would be Valentine’s Day. It would also be my birthday. Varun walks in with roses. He should know by now I’m allergic. “Thanks, Varun,” I say, reaching out to accept the flowers. I don’t even bother to correct him anymore. He shoots me a look, pointing to his ear to show the concealed earbud. After shoving the flowers in my hand and planting a dry kiss on my forehead, he walks away...

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“Yellows and Blues ” by Smriti Sudhakar

Submitted to Contest #225

cw: implied previous SA It’s just a stupid fucking therapy assignment. One that I’ve specifically gotten a myriad of times. One that I’ve half-assed or full-on ignored. I’m well aware that I need therapy, and I do my best to go into every session with an open mind and do every assignment with sincerity. But this one goddamn prompt never fails to come up whether it be from previous therapists, self-help books, or internet scrounges; it never fails to frustrate me. However, I respect Laura, and that respect inside of me be...

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“Red” by Smriti Sudhakar

Submitted to Contest #219

tw/slight imagery of shThe bell rings and you head to your uncle’s black Subaru. You had always wondered why he chose black, perhaps to appear suave and younger than he really was.“So kiddo, how was school?” He asks promptly, same as he always does. “Fine.” You say curtly, as you always do. At this point, you are unsure of whether he asks that question because he genuinely cares or merely to satisfy some personal quota. He is silent the rest of the way, fingers thrumming against the steering wheel to the beat of whatever song ...

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“At least it's not rocket science ” by Smriti Sudhakar

Submitted to Contest #194

“It’s hardly brain surgery.” A phrase one might repeat to themselves when kissing a boy, walking into an exam, or DIYing. Nervously chuckling, she donned her PPE and thought to herself that surely the others are just as nervous as her. Clammy hands concealed by smooth latex, sweat drenched clothes squeaking against the paper gowns, she took a glance in the bathroom mirror. “Yeah, it’s hardly brain surgery… OH who am I kidding, it’s literally brain surgery!?” She wasn’t quite sure how she ended up here, chalking it up to COVID for passing her...

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Author bio

Hi! My name is Smriti Sudhakar, I'm an aspiring author and am currently working on a novel!