Svara Narasiah

“Her Last Note” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #85

Absinthe Valven was hiding. She crouched in the shadows, her legs folded and tense. The tiny stained nightgown she wore was pulled tight across her knees, revealing grayish bloomers underneath. As she turned her head left and right, looking, her raven black braids brushed her cheeks.She was hiding from the monster.Only a few hours ago she was happy, eating a delicious dinner alongside her parents' party guests. They talked about her, and she liked it. About how shiny her black hair was, how pretty her face looked. They commented on her full ...

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“Fiddler's Dinner” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #81

Fiddler was making dinner. He first washed his tiny paws, then clipped back his whiskers so they wouldn't fall in the soup. After ushering the twins out of the kitchen, as they were more nuisance than help, he got out the ingredients and his mother's old cookbook.  It was his father's wedding anniversary, and Fiddler had been presented with the task of preparing a romantic meal for him and his wives. You see, Fiddler's father, Tiddler, had five wives. From what he had told his son, he had gotten five proposals on Christmas Eve and acc...

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“Fire Gone, Ice Will Come” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #77

It's 2052, and the world is breaking. We were warned. And did we listen? No, we did not. Scientists have been telling us for decades about the dangers that our planet is facing. Global warming, poaching, factory farming, pollution... the list goes on and on. If I were to list out all of our problems, I would be sitting here until my eightieth birthday. I don't have that long. It was only on July 13th, Sunday, 2052, when I truly understood how urgent the situation was. My name is Alexandra Justice, and this is my story. *** It...

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“Louise Runs Away” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #77

It was January 19th, right in the middle of winter. Cold snow fell from the cloudy sky and landed on the ground below the girl.. She shivered, partly from the cold, and partly with anticipation. Louise pulled her green coat tightly around her shoulders, her heart thundering inside her chest. Pom pom, pom pum. She felt blood rush to her head and rubbed her temples, her fingers half-frozen—she had forgotten her mittens at home.She was standing in a little clearing within a large forest. Tall pine trees surrounded her, their dull gree...

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“A Hummingbird's Hollow” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #73

Today was biggest day of my life. I should have been excited, but I wasn't.. I was dreading what was to come. But today I learned a lesson: Never let anyone live your life for you. Let me tell you what happened: My grandfather, Old Squirrel Johnny, told me that dancing was the cure for sadness--but dancing was in his blood. He was the lead dancer of the Flying Squirrels, twisting and hopping and standing on his front legs. He didn't care about anything else except for his dancing--and me, of course. Although now I'm not so sure about tha...

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“The Mouse With Five Wives” by Svara Narasiah

Submitted to Contest #73

There was once a young mouse lad. He was a very handsome mouse, with carefully brushed whiskers and shiny black eyes that reflected everything before them. His coat was the color of whipped cream, making him stand out against the night sky. It so happened that this mouse, whose name was Tiddler, was getting his little mouse-hole ready for Christmas. He shoved his messes into corners to make room for decorations, and snuck into the human's kitchen to steal uncooked rice and threaded them onto string to use as holiday lights. He set up a li...

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“Maybe We Can Try” by Svara Narasiah

"Arrow! Come see!" Mama holds out her hand. I take it, not sure what she wants. Dropping my spoon back in my cereal bowl, I get up from my chair and follow her. I look back at my breakfast, hoping the corn flakes won't get too soggy while I'm gone. Christmas lights meet my eyes as Mama leads me into the living room. Our Christmas decorations are always different every year--Mama somehow finds a way to lose them right after New Year's. This year's theme is pink. She decided that, since her new favorite color is pink, she should decorate th...

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