Trishna Pandey

“The Kartanas” by Trishna Pandey

Kartanas were the first gaseous beings humans had come in contact with. It happened when a scientist named George accidentally choked to death when stepped into a wormhole. It was nothing like what he had envisaged during his study. Wormholes were instant. One, just transferred from one environment to another. The experience was rather of the environment changing instantly. Ree-mua-s noticed this phenomenon, and quickly realised that this carbon based being could quickly go insane. While Ree-mua-s could not provide the atmosphere, he/sh...

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“Memoirs of an Assassin || End Game ” by Trishna Pandey

I was recruited when I was a child and I was brought up by them. They were a nameless creed. It was only the principles, codes and fear of a life more horrible than death that served as control. The nameless creed has only a code. All relevant communication was always verbal. All communication that was necessary for use, were coded into commonplace items. Only those who needed to know knew.  I was assigned to a young masters assignment, where I was to collect any information I could and pass it on. Nothing was too small. There was no ...

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“Memoirs of an Assassin || Hope” by Trishna Pandey

I had led a life of a commoner for five years and in those years my fighting skills had enhanced significantly. Everytime I felt I was abandoned or I had  failed in my task, I was given the next one. I had practised "one mind" as much as I could. It was a tradition and a skill taught by our nameless creed. It meant exactly as the name implied, which is to be of one mind. It was not to be distracted by the past or the future. It is to be attentive to self and attentive to others. It was to be attentive in all senses. One mind could only ...

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“Memoirs of an Assassin || We do what we must do” by Trishna Pandey

Darkness was palpable. When it is dense and it rains, the rain drowns everything. I  usually had to be careful about making sounds. I had to wear boots for the tasks I needed to undertake, and with it I compromised my stealth. I didn't worry too much anymore. One cannot be too careful. I have seen the best fail in the field. What is important is that I am present. There was a need to think about things that were not of immediate concern. Days and nights of training paid off as I willed myself into the moment. I could hear the sound of m...

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“Memoirs of an Assassin || The Broken Spirit” by Trishna Pandey

I was ready for tasks. I had to prove myself and feeling sorrow and compassion had no space in what I needed to do.  My first assignment was given to me after a week of my arrival. My handler was a lithe man but a little taller than me. I was small. He was the best at his level. The creed members spoke little, and my handler even less. He preferred to show things, and his instructions told you if you had progressed, regressed or if you were stagnant. I learnt a lot under him.  Dressed in my leather attire that passed for a trav...

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“Memoirs of an Assassin || The Beginning” by Trishna Pandey

I must have been five or six.  As children, we do not really remember the time lines or realise the effect of the imprints caused by our environment and people. Our training and what we do becomes our nature. Thus, our identity is shaped by the way we live.  Something had happened to my parents.  When I look back I do not remember them clearly. I do not remember what they looked like. I remember the warmth, and the feeling of safety. Perhaps I was carefree because that was the only time I could do what I wanted and adults ...

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“The Girl” by Trishna Pandey

Submitted to Contest #104

The girl stood looking at her reflection in the mirror with a newly bought scarf twisted in a fashionable twist. She could barely recognize her own reflection. Her reflection was no longer of the lost little girl but of a woman who seemed to be in control of her own destiny. She had joined the house of the Mistress, a house that was an exchange for recruiting spies and assassins whose main trade was information, out of gratitude. The girl owed the mistress her life. She had developed a survival mechanism wherein she would not commit to anyth...

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“The House of Mistress ” by Trishna Pandey

Submitted to Contest #97

The market place was bustling. People were all around. The noise and the chaos added to the excitement of being out. She just stood there for a moment breathing in the spices and the fish. Uncooked spices and fish did not smell as appetizing as cooked fish. She did  not care. A smile slowly spread across her face, and her walk acquired a skip.  She almost ran to the scarf stall as the bright purple fabric called to her. It was not necessary, she did not need it, but today, she wanted to treat herself.  She did not count the ex...

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“It is time to wake up” by Trishna Pandey

Submitted to Contest #95

He couldn’t come to terms with what had happened. This felt familiar yet strange. His loving grandmother stood there, smiling at him. Peace filled him. He felt it wasn’t his time yet. Then it dawned on him. A truck had hit him while he was rushing across the street to his office. He felt no pain. He looked down on his body and he saw no injuries. He seemed to be at the peak of his health. He has no questions, as human beings usually do. Just an unusual sense of acceptance. His grandmother was patiently waiting for him with a warm smile, as s...

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“Starting Anew” by Trishna Pandey

Submitted to Contest #88

“Strange vehicles moved around. I managed to figure out that this was some kind of transportation people used. I wasn't sure if this was a violent, insane or a confused land.  I had been cast out from the world of love. I had sinned. I intended harm. The dark arts always drew me and I always wanted to be the most powerful being in the land. I kept my pursuit hidden from everyone. However, my yearning came to light as the darkness in me propelled me to sin. I let go of my royal duties one by one, and started defending myself. Someone w...

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“She, The Queen” by Trishna Pandey

Submitted to Contest #86

She looked onto her land as she stood on her balcony with deep contemplation, staring at the unique flowers in her garden that her daughter pointed to her. The sight of the flowers sprouting did not grab her attention, as her inner thoughts held them. Her rule had come to her both by chance and by her own efforts. She was the rarest creature, ruling the lands, rivers and seas, which were mostly considered a man’s domain. She was not afraid of being a woman, she did not look down upon herself for being one. It was of great strength, endurance...

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“The Weekend Getaway” by Trishna Pandey

Submitted to Contest #77

As she was packing, nervousness and excitement stirred her stomach and made a growling noise. She wanted a chocolate to calm her nerves but refrained from the temptation. It had been many years since she took a break. She was looking forward to this time with Ranger. They had booked a cabin in the woods. The company had given them a sweet deal. A getaway but committed with all the amenities of the modern world. She was almost packed when her phone rang. "That must be the cab." She thought almost diving for the phone, not wanting to miss the ...

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