Suchi J

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2021

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6 Stories

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“Guilt” by Suchi J

I judge guilt. The bands that clamp around your hearts every once in a while, I wear on my wrists. The phantoms that weigh on your every breath are tattooed on my wings. And those who wear on in this world weightlessly? From them, I run.

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“That Footprint on Ice” by Suchi J

Memories of someone you loathe aren’t supposed to be as vivid.  It had been a wonderful winter day, with a warm blanket of snow ready to be sled on. You were trudging up the highest mound in the park, huffing and puffing, fighting against unseen shoves that could set you tumbling all the way back down. It was hard, dodging others a...

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“A Blind Man's Elephant” by Suchi J

Drops of rain push past the window frames to splash the marble floor. The windows swing frenzied against the gusts of wind. The moody black night often gets interrupted by sudden flashes of lightning. Broken branches hang awkwardly off the silver-oak trees lining the driveway.So much chaos around me, yet stillness engulfs me.Forcing the windows closed, I go to move but find that I can’t. The rain is pelting the wind...

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“The Web of Trails” by Suchi J

“Did you get it?” Mischa propped her feet up onto the rickety table, sending a few mobile phones skittering across the weathered wood. Her fingers quickly found the wall and started peeling the flaky paint. Maxim flicked a look at Zed, but returned to his laptop almost immediately. Zed would get to him in time.

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“Memories of Nothing” by Suchi J

I’m trapped. I can’t see, I can’t hear. All around me, nothing. I’m walking around lost, and alone. It’s so dark, so cold. I call out, scream, but no one can hear me. No one comes to hold my hand. I’m afraid, locked in this nowhere, and I want it to all end.

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“Lies and the Truth They Make” by Suchi J

“Truth is an illusion, just as much as untruths are.”Maman always said that with her prettiest smile. On nights of heavy rain and loud thunderclaps, Madre would pet my hair and hug me close as I cried about the monsters under my bed. She would smile as she kissed my head gently, a serene, dreamy look in her eyes.“Truth is an illusion, little diavolo,” she would whisper, “so no crying about monsters, si?”<...

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