Tvisha Yerra

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2020

Stories (13)

13 Stories

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“Flowers” by Tvisha Yerra

Submitted to Contest #56

“Hunter, this is Kimiko. Kimiko, this is Hunter. You’ll be traveling to England together in a few days.” England? What does the USSS need there? The United States “Secret Service” has been doing shady stuff lately.I silently nod to Kimi and she sticks her hand out. I stare at her in concern while she meets my eyes with an innocent gaze until I take her hand.“I’m Kimiko. Well, you already know that,” She laughs, our colleague not knowing that that sentence implied more than just knowing her name a second ago.“Well, I’ll leave you to get to kn...

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“Jobs” by Tvisha Yerra

Submitted to Contest #55

“Can you keep a secret?” I trace the tip of my finger on the lip of the wineglass. “No,” My sister smiles and leans back into her chair. “I thought you knew me well enough, Ky.” “Ah… I don’t know about that.” I get up and walk around her hallway, which is huge. The world’s richest person isn’t bound to have a normal hallway, are they? The world’s biggest thief. At least that’s what I’m supposed to find out. “Ky, wait for me!” I pause, letting Kris catch up to me. “How have you been?” “What do ...

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“Mistakes” by Tvisha Yerra

Submitted to Contest #54

“It’s my fault, isn’t it?” Justin stays silent, not bothering to look me in the eyes. “Justin, say something.” I keep my voice from cracking. “I don’t know, Katie.” Justin mutters. “What do you mean? You should know.” I lower my voice. “You should know,” I whisper. “Does it look like I do?” I don’t reply this time. “Kat, look at me.” The anger is building up in Justin’s voice. “Does it look like I do, Katie! Hm? You tell me. I obviously don’t know!” He grabs me by the shoulders, making me look at him. I press my lips together. “This is...

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“Julie” by Tvisha Yerra

Submitted to Contest #53

Somewhere in 2020… I don’t care about dates anymore.I don’t want to fall asleep, Julie. I don’t want to go. I don’t want to go.Not in this heat. Way too hot.I wanted something cooler. Something around 98° Fahrenheit.That’s the perfect temperature.The temperature of blood.I’ve been thinking of our future because I’ll never see those days. I don’t know why this happened… But I probably deserved it.I tried to do my best after that, but you know I’m not perfect. I’ve been treating the nurses well. Well, trying to.I don’t know if they like me, I ...

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“Three Minutes” by Tvisha Yerra

Submitted to Contest #52

Three minutes.That’s how long it takes to get to the hospital from South City Center Mall.Three minutes is the difference between life and death.Between breathing and not.“Lin, you know you’re just an unnecessary waste of space in this world… Why don’t you just die?”I wish Amy would just go away, even though she does make good points. It’s my birthday, I should be going out, with my friends.“If only you had them.” Jule cackles. She’s right though, if only... I look at myself through the mirror and decide that I will go out today.“W...

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“Of Course She Loves You!” by Tvisha Yerra

Submitted to Contest #51

Sequel to Not It. Her.“Look up, Astra.” Mother whispers into my ear, and places me on her belly. “See that star? Next to Algedi.” Mother points up, and I nod.“Yeah!” I giggle, looking at my favorite constellation, Libra.“See the triangle?” Mother draws an invisible line, connecting stars.“...Yeah. What is it?” I ask. Mother envelopes her hand into mine. I stare at it. “Your hand is so big, Mommy!”She pinches my cheeks, “And your’s is going to be as big as mine one day.”“When, Mommy?”“When you see that constellation thirty times, Astra.”“What...

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“Not It, Say Her.” by Tvisha Yerra

Submitted to Contest #50

I watch as you sit still in my lab, your hands and legs bound by your personalized cuffs.One you can’t run away from.“Astra! You can’t keep doing this. You know you can’t,” You say, choking on your own sobs. One of my androids reaches to give you water, and you accept begrudgingly. Because at this point, food and water is a favor from my end. At least, I made you think that. But you, and everyone else in this world know that teleporters are dangerous. After Trix, the world famous teleporter… Well, let’s just say that she caused more damage t...

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“Zip2” by Tvisha Yerra

Submitted to Contest #48

“Go get the newspaper!” I frown, and shake my head. Like I would ever do anything useful willingly.“Do it yourself.” Grunting, I sigh and slump against the wall.My cousin glances at me and tsks. “Well then, don’t just sit there!”“Well, then, what am I supposed to do? Netscape didn’t reply yet.” I wrinkle my nose. I know I don’t have a computer science degree, but would it be so hard for them to at least say that? When you get turned down harshly, it hurts. But when you get turned down silently, it hurts even more. As if they dislike you so m...

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“Just Acquaintances ” by Tvisha Yerra

Submitted to Contest #47

9:16 P.M You’re late, but right on time. You get out of your car, and tie your hair into a bun. The hair matters most. Shows whether you’re posh, or just neat. Whether you're rebellious or just lazy. It is you. That’s important to know when you’re against the FBI. “Viki. Where have you been?” Kia asks in the strictest voice she could possibly muster. You purse your lips and, look down in shame, even though both of you know that you came late on purpose. “Does it matter?” You meet Kia’s steely gaze. “Yes. Yes, it does matter.” She grabs yo...

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“Your Forever Friend; Part Two” by Tvisha Yerra

Submitted to Contest #45

Six months before “Your Forever Friend” “Kush! A little help maybe?” I call to him. He looks up, and frowns. “With what?” Kush immediately goes back to his textbook, flipping another page. I roll my eyes, would it be so hard to actually make eye contact? “Just come here,” I whine. Kush looks up once again, and purses his lips, but gets up anyway. “Okay…” Kush leans over, figuring out what exactly I need help with. “I'm so tired. I need some fresh air, do you mind joining me?” I put the screwdriver down, and stare at the huge hunk of me...

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“Your Forever Friend” by Tvisha Yerra

Submitted to Contest #44

“No. No! You can’t leave me!” I shout, uselessy. I always hated the characters in movies and books that say no when something bad is happening. As if that makes a difference.I pet my pet’s wet cooling body, as it barks for the last time.“You have to let go,” My mom coaxes me away from the lifeless dog that rests in our backyard. A tear slips down my face, and I wipe it away. Dad must be cutting onions again, he just loves eating them. I open the door and step inside my house only to be greeted by Vivya.“It died, didn’t it?” My sister ra...

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“But, Calista...” by Tvisha Yerra

Submitted to Contest #42

I breathe in deeply, trying to remember the lessons about lying that my mother taught me years ago. I open my eyes, staring into the cop’s eyes.He leans to the other person, whispering. I still hear it, “She fits the description, black hair, and blue eyes.”“Katrina Hemlin?” he asks, directed to me this time. I nod and the police continues, “You were friends with Calista Normf?” The name unleashes a flood of emotions, and I try to keep it in. Tears sting my eyes, I don’t bother to keep them hidden. Maybe the cops will let me go, most of ...

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“Never Again” by Tvisha Yerra

Submitted to Contest #41

“A hummingbird? Scared of heights? I never thought such a thing could happen, but I guess I knew you were a weird one!” my classmates tease me. I blink the tears out of my eyes, and fly away to the one place I felt safe.Katsumi was waiting for me, in the abandoned rabbit hole. I smile and lean on to her shoulder, muttering to myself. She frowns, “I always knew you were one bad egg, Aspi.” She flies away in disgust.I sit there, confused, on the lonely branch that managed to twist it’s way to the ground. A bush rustles behind me, and some...

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Author bio

I love Barbecuing under the lovely Boston sun Eating Baking Writing Reading I wouldn’t Kill baby Hitler Fry omelette on the sidewalk Step on a Lego for a dare You are free to Critique my stories Not critique my stories Leave a rude comment Leave a friendly comment Ask for a critique as long as you offer a helpful comment while asking I am more active on Wattpad than Reedsy, so if you wish to contact me, head over to my Wattpad profile. https://www.wattpad.com/user/OverripeBanana https://nanowrimo.org/participants/tvisha-yerra Podcast: https://anchor.fm/first-words