Stanzin Khenrab

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

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4 Stories

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“Sparrow” by Stanzin Khenrab

Submitted to Contest #84

My mother used to tell about a world outside the bunker; she would tell me about the bright sky which changed colours, clouds of different sizes and shapes which poured water from them, she told me about humongous rocks called mountains. She would draw them on the wall and I would intently listen with amazement. But in complete honesty, I never believed in the world outside the bunker. That was because if it was actually real, then we could have gone there. But we never left the bunker; from the day I was born, my entire world was the bunke...

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“The battle of Tiger hill. ” by Stanzin Khenrab

"Grandpa can tell me about the 'Tiger hill' fight." Nono said when he got comfortable in his bed."Again?" Grandpa Wangchok scoffed, "You have heard that story hundred of times little one.""But I like the story." Nono insisted. "Please grandpa, can you tell me that story one more time?"Nono pleaded with big puppy eyes, and Grandpa had to comply.Grandpa Wangchok got inside the covers and tugged Nono properly, so that he won't get cold in the night. Then he got himself comfortable in the bed."The battle of Tiger hill is a story about the great ...

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“Memorizing the numbers. ” by Stanzin Khenrab

Submitted to Contest #78

"Fuck! I forgot to save Abhishek's number in my contacts." I said laying on my bed, browsing through the contacts of my phone. It was around seven at night when I had a subtle feeling that I had forgotten something important to do. I couldn't remember what exactly so I started to look through my phone. For hours I just stared at my phone, opening different apps to trigger any little bit of memory. But it was all in vain and I was starting to get irritated, until I clicked at the contacts app and then the one which was forgotten, hit my hea...

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“ Red winter. ” by Stanzin Khenrab

Submitted to Contest #77

I looked outside through the window, it was snowing lightly. First snow of the year. I am talking about ten years ago when I was seven years old. That evening in the kitchen of our old house. I was standing on a cold tiled floor, with a regular kitchen knife in my blood stained hands. Zeshan Masood, my best childhood friend was lying dead on the floor. He had been lying there for an hour, and I stood staring at his corpse the whole time. It was me who killed him. But it was not on purpose. We were just playing a game - a stupid game! Zes...

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