Utkarsh Srivastava

“Longing for love” by Utkarsh Srivastava

I was at King's Theatre in Washington DC and completing my 100th TED TALK. I was extremely nervous. I couldn't recall the speech I was about to deliver in a few minutes. It was happening to me for the first in those so many years as a TED speaker. I was already obnoxious, drenched with sweat. When the blonde host called out my name to welcome me on the stage, my entire body started shivering uncontrolla...

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“An unusual love!!” by Utkarsh Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #79

“It’s our fifth Anniversary of togetherness,” Mona said with all her attention on Jack. “You had been so hard on me in those initial days, five years ago when I met you for the first time.”Jack hissed light-heartedly out of his longing heart.“Indeed!” he said and grinned his fangs eerily. “You must be dead now of what intensity I had attacked you that day. You must be thankful to Mr. Harris to save your life, mustn’t you?”“Well… I did. I licked his cheeks. I was badly frightened: my heart was badly thudding inside and...

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“Joe isn't a psycho!” by Utkarsh Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #76

Joe had fewer friends because they knew Joe was untrustworthy. They wanted to be kind to her, but not at any conditions, her personality allowing them nearer. They had differences of opinions, unlike others, Joe had entirely unacceptable mood sets; she would become so sweet to others and in a moment venomous as a cobra. She had chosen St. Marks College to read psychology and people would say, “a psycho is reading psychology,” it sounded so lame like—an apple was eating an apple, wasn’t it? Everybody has a life wri...

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“The Lost QUEEN!” by Utkarsh Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #65

The night had fallen when Rachel backed after the party at Smiths; a farewell party it was. They sold their house to Ryans — a Latin family somewhere from Northern Europe.A surprise to Rachel: it was midnight, and the party hadn’t entirely over some guests wouldn’t have left, yet. They were bidding their adieu to Smiths. But Ryans arrived with all their goods and chattels to be shifted. Rachel stood on her balcony when the truck stopped there and wondering about how bleak her life would be when Peter Smith will get away from here? ...

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“An egoist wretch!” by Utkarsh Srivastava

“Cassandra, we would be meeting in reunion, don’t we? Logan is coming from Japan, all the way. And a professor in the making, Mrs. Umm… No…, Dr. Ava Adam sounds fancy,” Peter said out in excitement over the telephone—kissing it, almost.“Peter, it’s fine. Hopefully, Rafe is coming, doesn’t he?” the hopeful girl with optimistic eyes filled with utter disappointment when she heard yes from Peter. And her eyes became a fine line with a grimace.“Look, Peter, you should go. I have less possibility or almost negligible. I would lov...

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“The rain of destruction!” by Utkarsh Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #60

It was the most awful and nerve-racking view of the most beautiful island in the world. In a blink of eyes, everything shredded. The island was no more beautiful and the tranquility sickened. The breathtakingly made, the world-famous monument Donjon Emerald had mixed with the soil now. And left only the blanket of dust, destruction, and disaster. Almost two days had passed, the dust particles would come in every breath stroke, the wind was whipping up the eddies of dust, and the vision was a blur — the sky couldn’t be s...

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“In the arms of Nature!” by Utkarsh Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #58

Mr. Darry Walrus a business tycoon, a young man with pale skin, patchy beard, emerald eyes, and hairs like the moonless sky. However, he was rich, but he never gets the attitude. He loves to stay on the ground because he knows fluttering insanely in the sky will bring you on the ground someday. However, flying high with the support will keep you flying forever, isn’t it great?His wife is Morphey, her eyes like inherited from the beaches of Maldives, the face is glowing like the grazing sun as she would be the daughter of Aphrodite....

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“The most chaotic Will !!!” by Utkarsh Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #57

“After me, Beatrice Samuel and her older kid - which is mine will inherit half of my property. My café will belong to my first son Harry and my real wife, Lucy.” “What the fuck…?” Harry shouted, and he was utterly shocked, and the Will letter slept out of his hand.  “Daddy’s kid? He was having a relationship with Beatrice,” he asked his mother, and the nebulous electrifying cloud of surprise covere...

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“Like it Ends.” by Utkarsh Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #54

I was down the my lane, strolling towards the supermarket. The fog scattered all around. I barely could see. It was blood congealing winter outside. My stubborn son four-years-old wanted the soup anyhow, urgently. My body was shivering, albeit I wore winter garments, a hoodie, and my favorite monkey cap. It was the devastating winter of North India that came too soon. It had predicted starting this year it will be the coldest year, ever since. I quickly grabbed the ready to drink soup; my son was alone, waiting for me...

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“The Last TRIP to HUMANITY” by Utkarsh Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #53

The Summers and the popsicles have an intricate relationship, one is ready to beat the other. So, in the hope of beating the scorching summer of Vietnam the girl in mustardy yellow middy licking her popsicle vehemently—however, it was melting rapidly. Nothing could withstand against the 33-degree-Celsius of Vietnam. I had almost fainted, the nasty heat of Sun drained me up. I barely enjoyed my holidays. I live in Ireland—my friend Sash suggested to me to visit Vietnam, once.<...

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“Destructing Anger ” by Utkarsh Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #52

Every story has a cause, every cause has hope, and every hope comes with another story; in this world, everything is beautifully connected like every single star of a constellation. I too had a love story that came with some other story that inspired from Hollywood—it was beautiful beyond my every explanation, but it was like Mozart was playing his masterpiece in heaven.  My mother was a lady lonely as hell—she was divorced three times, the first one was her longest, it went for around three years when I was born...

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“The giant Banyan.” by Utkarsh Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #50

Sun went down the horizon, dusk was falling rapidly like his mommy was calling. A cold breeze was a relaxation after sweating the entire day. Alexa came running to me; a lively and cheerful girl just surpassed the eighteen. We met after ten years; she bought along with her - a burst of sunshine after sunset. Suddenly, the wind felt it was coming from Antarctica...

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“Where did Aurora go?” by Utkarsh Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #49

“Today is not an ordinary day for me. I am thrilled. I have been waiting for something very close to my heart, and it is coming to me.” Aurora had just put on her status on her social media handle and gulped her Lemonade in a hurry as she had to run behind a robber. Her eyes were continuously flickering in excitement and glinting with joy. The sun throwing his radiating threads on her like he also wanted to be a part of her happiness. However, the thick dark cloud had departed so she couldn’t expect a delay. She imagined how it w...

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“Not this life!” by Utkarsh Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #49

One big slurp of divine smelling Cappuccino filled her with utter refreshment, her blue eyes were gazing down the blazing valley with such satisfaction like a fresh morning bought the hope back of tranquility. The livelihood of shepherds bought a twitch over her hazed lips. Then the train went under the black tunnel built under the mountains, and hence her morning dreams broke in the gloom, and for the first time her eyes-blinked, with her last sip of coffee.Finally, she had time for Co-passengers. She looked ar...

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“The baseball team” by Utkarsh Srivastava

Submitted to Contest #45

“If I wouldn’t able to repay this money will you kill me? Or will you rape my wife?—as all debtor does,” Cas asked Japher; the richest farmer of the town. Japher laughed hilariously and the loud laughter mixed and echoed with the shrill of the warm summer breeze. Cas wiped his sweat with naturally build biceps and furrowed his brows in confusion.  “No! No! this is a sin. Why shall I do that? You are my buddy! But why do you need money so urgent? Is everything okay? This is not even the season of sowing,” Japher grilled.

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