Svara Narasiah

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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37 Stories

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“Boy of the Blue Sky” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #96

It wasn't normal, the day Mace came. Usually it's cloudy here, with a grey sky and frequent rain. Sunshine is rare, and when it does come it usually gets washed away by the chilling thunderstorms that shake our houses and scare the dogs. But when that strange boy came, it was like the sky cracked and a little bit of heaven poured through. We felt warmth on our skin and the sky was finally blue.But we were too frightened to care about this new wonder; the boy looked fierce and foreboding; even the dogs seemed to shrink away from him as he wal...

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“I Have Only Ears ” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #95

"You have five senses, Opal," the man says. He looks kind, but he's about to ruin my life forever. My perfect life.My happy life."I know I do," I say. I wiggle in the hard chair, and Mom shoots me an annoyed glance. She doesn't like the sound of the chair wiggling. She says it hurts her ears, even though I do it quietly. There's hardly a sound that doesn't hurt Mom's ears.The man sighs. I know his name is Dr. Browning, but I hate the color brown so instead I just call him The Man. Mom doesn't know who I talk about when I refer to him, becaus...

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“Lucky to Have Love” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #95

"Luck or love?" the statue asked. I frowned at him, though I wasn't quite sure where to look. A thick mist surrounded him, thinnest around his large feet and heavier around his head. It had spread out up there, a big clump of clouds. I could hardly tell where his head was. "Where am I?" I asked him. The last thing I remembered was going to bed, and then waking up here--although I'm not quite where here is. I know I'm in some sort of garden, because there's trees everywhere. And flowers... I think. Is that a crushed orange on the ground, or...

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“Shadows of People Past” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #92

On the thirteenth day of May, a shadow escaped Trotter Home. It found a tiny crack in the window, not wider than a hair. But it was enough for a shadow to seep through, and seep through it did. Rejoicing at its freedom, it wove around the little house, leaving a faint trail that smelled of smoke and dust. It brushed the green grass, yellowing the tips, and expanded so that it filled the backyard entirely, wilting the flowers and drying up the marble birdbath. The shadow smiled to itself in satisfaction. But it wasn't done. Shadows are ...

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“Absinthe's End” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #92

“Another boy was taken last night,” Father said, laying down his paper with a deep frown. I glanced up from my homework.  “Who?” I asked, feeling chills race up my spine. For the past three years, various boys had been taken—strangely, only boys from my school.  “His name was Iris,” Father said as he scanned the headline. “Iris Black.”  I lowered my eyes, trying to hide the tears already forming. Iris was one of my closest friends—just like all the others had been. Casper, Felix, and now Iris…  “What did the news ...

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“If You Take Them at Night ” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #91

  I never knew him, only pretended But still felt the sorrow Of when my fantasy ended   Violette paused, her hand trembling slightly. The black ballpoint pen slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor, but she paid no attention.   "Hey, what's that?" Addie said, reaching an arm across the table to snatch the notebook of which Violette had been writing in only seconds ago.   Violette snapped out of her reverie. "Give it back!" She hissed, trying to grab it from her little sister's hands. "That's mine, stop grabbi...

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“Read Me” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #91

Read me... Read me... READ ME... Iris looked up from the book he had been reading, eyes wide and heart racing. He looked around, first at the tall bookshelves surrounding his table, then at the pile of novels beside him. He could have sworn he heard a voice... No. It was nothing, he was just tired. Iris rubbed his eyes and yawned. How long had he been sitting there? Four hours, according to his watch. READ ME! Iris jumped up from his chair. That didn't sound like it came from his head. The voice sounded strange, not human. It...

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“The Tiger's Soul” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #90

"Just be very, very quiet," Susie tells me, "and we might spot him." She holds up her hand, signaling for me to stop, and crouches down behind a bush.I'm nearly bursting with excitement. I've been waiting for this day for goodness knows how long--five years? Six? It doesn't matter now. I'm here, in the rainforest.Looking for a tiger."Quietly, now," Susie says, as if she can hear my heart pounding. "We don't want to scare him off...""Are you sure he won't be the one doing the scaring?" I whisper.Susie smiles a small smile, her full attention ...

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“Stuck and Selfish ” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #89

The future. It's so easy to get trapped in it, to only look ahead of you and not down at your feet where you're standing. And when you do finally reach the future you want, you're not satisfied because it isn't the future anymore. It's become the present. And you don't want the present. I never wanted the present. Ever since I was small, I've always looked towards the future instead of focusing on what was important at the time. When I was eight, I spent months planning my birthday party. And when the special day came at last, the exci...

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“I Have To Go” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #89

Axelle I have to go. I have to go. I have to go. He has to go! I open my eyes with a start, sweat beading my forehead. Bits and pieces of the dream I had last night swarm into my head. Lyle, he's leaving. The only friend I've ever had is leaving. And he's leaving today, at noon. My stomach feels queasy as I remember reading the note he gave me. I have to go, he had written. I'm going to Italy tomorrow at noon. Not sure if I can say goodbye. Paper not big enough. He wasn't lying. The paper was very small, it was probably his...

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“Queen Fib's Lies” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #88

Lies are powerful things. They can make you or break you, but whatever the result, they are not the truth. Every human on earth has lied at least ten times. How could you not? Sometimes lying is instinctive, and you do it before really thinking about what you're saying. That's OKAY, it happens. But sometimes lies can spin out of control, and they come in a flood, one after the other, until you're not really sure whether what you're saying is the truth or not. It can do a lot of damage to a person. Especially if that person is a queen. ...

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“Taking All the Credit ” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #88

"So, we're doing you today," Talulla said, biting on the end of her pencil. "I know," Goldilocks replied a little sadly. "Does it have to be my turn? Why can't Ariel go?" Talulla leaned across the desk, her curly brown hair brushing the surface. "Because Ariel is basically a fish, and I would have to buy scuba gear before interviewing her." Goldilocks frowned. "But the story says she becomes human to marry the prince," she said. "Don't you have her in the basement anyway? And she was never a f--" "We're not supposed to be talking...

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“The April Pixie” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #87

Olette was awoken by a sound. Not the kind of sound you usually hear, such as a car passing by or the hiss of a shower. No, this sound came from inside Olette. It was a little voice, urging her to wake up and do her job. Get up, it said impatiently. You have a long day ahead of you. Well, it was right. Olette opened one bleary eye, sat up, and rubbed away the sleep with her tiny fists. She looked down at her irresistibly comfortable nest and wished for nothing more than to settle down and sleep for a few more months. But she had a job to do....

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“Edelwein ” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #86

On the second day of April, a flower bloomed. It was a beautiful little thing, with petals that started red and crept up into the freshest of pinks. Some might say it was a rose, others would call it a peony. I once met a fellow who said it looked like dandelion fluff. But regardless of the flower's species, it was a blossom that would change everything. At least, for one person. Also on the second day of April, a boy was taking a walk. He wasn't handsome nor ugly, and not in between, either. He was unnoticeable, the kind of person that e...

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“Only The Cruel Ones Survive ” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #85

Monday, 17th of July, 2045 Today I have black in my heart. I'm tired of black; it's everywhere these days, spreading like a disease. It kind of reminds me of the pandemic we had years ago, but I think this is worse. Now, instead of people's bodies getting infected, it's their minds. Everyone hates everyone else, it sickens me. War has torn apart almost every country in the world, ripping them into pieces. I have nightmares about it; sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night, wondering why they don't just lay down their guns and plead ...

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