Svara Narasiah

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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“My Mafia Werewolf Vampire Boyfriend (fem!reader)” by Svara Narasiah

It was twilight. You stood on top of a hill, the nighttime breeze wafting through your fiery red hair and kissing your pale cheeks. Your skin, smooth and fair, was a striking contrast to your brilliant sea-blue eyes, and you smiled gently as you admired the beautiful stars above your head. "Admiring the stars, are we, Y/n?" a deep voice sounded behind you, and you spun around quickly. There was Jasper, in...

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“Rainbows ” by Svara Narasiah

"How about mauve?"  "Nah." "Navy blue is a nice color." "Dark tones make rooms look smaller." "Puce?" "Ew, Dina, even the name sounds gross," Poppy protests.  I survey my bedroom, taking in the plain white walls. Decorating is hard.  "Look, it completely depends on the vibe you want," Poppy says. "But you can o...

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“Disturbed ” by Svara Narasiah

Warning: this story contains violence Claudine was, to most people who met her, disturbed.  They called her other things of course; dumb, stupid, pathetic, disgusting, scary. But most of all, disturbed.  She was small, in both height and width, with a face that sported a thin mouth, teeth with gaps, narrow eyes, and bushy eyebrows. "Unfortunate p...

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“Overprotective ” by Svara Narasiah

Warning: this is very angsty lol. It's for the best, she says.That's what she always says."She doesn't know," I whisper aloud, gripping the edges of my phone tightly. I squeeze, watching my hand shake against the strain, the corners pressing into my flesh. I wish it would break. Stupid thing. "She doesn't know what I need," I say, louder this time, as my entire arm begins to tremble. I grip the phone even tighter. "Only I know what I...

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“In Which the World Ended ” by Svara Narasiah

Author's note: this is the result of a conversation me and my mom had last night. And I was stalling instead of doing algebra so I thought I'd write this and publish it. Sorry for no dialogue I was bored :PBack in my day, the world ended. Or, to put it more plainly, mostly disappeared. 

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“The Little Red Wolf ” by Svara Narasiah

Author's Note: Sorry about the ending... I just couldn't help myself XDRaleigh Furcap was not normal.Everyone else in the pack was grey or brown. But she was red as the poppies that grew on the side of the Forbidden Path, red as the setting sun in the horizon, red as blood from a fresh kill.And it was for that very reason as to why Raleigh was shunned by others her age, the last one to eat a meal, left to sleep in the most uncomfortable spots. Just because she was different.

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“His Mother's Dream ” by Svara Narasiah

Celeste never moved. She lay in bed, year after year, not even fluttering an eyelash or wiggling a toe. Her lips were set in a placid line, only slightly stirring when she took in a breath. But she couldn’t even do that herself. She could only breath with an oxygen tank. Celeste’s lungs were broken; they would never work again. Neither would her legs or her eyes. Even if she did wake up, she would have to spend the rest ...

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“A Storm in my Heart ” by Svara Narasiah

Trigger Warnings: Self Harm  Author's Note: I know, this story is really weird. There are probably thousands of stories on Reedsy like this one. But, I had no ideas, so I turned to my life and made a story based on what I've recently been experiencing… except, don't worry, this is a LOT more exaggerated.  "Soleil."  I hear her calling my name. Soleil. It means "sun...

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“Lucid Love ” by Svara Narasiah

"Why are the stars green?" I say, looking up at the midnight blue sky. There are millions of green dots sprawled out, as if someone spilled a bottle of glitter over the heavens. "Stars are always green," Riley replies absentmindedly. "Why do you ask?" "I swear stars are, like, white... and yellow. But not green." I squint at the sky. "And if stars were green, wouldn't they be pretty gree...

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“Absinthe's Needle ” by Svara Narasiah

If you’ve ever dared wander out alone at night, you will have seen strange things. Most of them are hidden, thrust into the depths of darkness so that even the worthiest hunters cannot track them. But they’re there. And if you’ve ever ventured out to take a twilight stroll, you’ve awoken creatures unheard of by mankind. That’s why Mother Nature had the humans go to sleep once darkness fell. She h...

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“The Girl in the Mirror” by Svara Narasiah

The girl in the mirror is ugly. She stares at me, her too-small mouth open in a slightly disbelieving gape. The warm hazel eyes that had once brought smiles of delight from both friends and passerby have dimmed to a boring brown.She tries to smile.It's just a grimace.That girl is me.***"I miss your grin, Andrea," Shirin says as she flips a pancake onto my plate. "Remember how bright your teeth were when you smiled? You never do that anymore."<...

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“Wanderlust ” by Svara Narasiah

Marlowe watched as the sun dipped down below the horizon, past the tall fir trees that lay in the distance. Orange rays of the day's last sunlight poured over the blue sky like spilled watercolors; the clouds were outlined in sparkling pink light, and the remaining sunshine glistened on the white snow.He breathed in deeply and sighed. Another day gone--another day of his precious life was now spent. And time was running out; he only had two hundred days left.Two hundred days of life. Two hundred sunsets...

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“The Storm Queen ” by Svara Narasiah

In Honeyrain, there was no summer. Clouds would shield the world from the sun, depriving its inhabitants of sunshine and making the land go dark. The once-green grass was dimmed to an ugly brown, and the people, who used to wear gorgeous smiles on their faces, walked with their heads downwards and their mouths in a straight grim line. If one was to visit Honeyrain, all they would see was a big flat plain ...

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“Shattered Souls ” by Svara Narasiah

Trigger Warnings: Suicide If you were a window, what would you look like? Perhaps you'd be a normal window--plain glass, wood around the edges, split into four sections. Or maybe you would be a regal window, one with stained glass that tells a complicated story. Maybe it would tell your story. Or, if you're a shy person, you might be a tiny window. You would be circle shaped and painted green, with a tiny wooden door that opens and closes but prefers to stay closed.<...

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“The White Woman” by Svara Narasiah

Author's Note: This is actually a story I submitted as an application to a writing class. I wrote it last year, so it's probably a little bit different from my other stories; either way, I wanted to post it, so I hope you like it! “Essie, give me a piggyback ride!” Harold shouted. I looked up from the essay I was writing.

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"Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened." -Dr. Seuss <3