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Vibes Blossom

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

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The Unspoken Lie or Lies? (Part 3)

(Hey Guys! Make sure you’ve read part 1 and part 2 of this: The Green Darkness and The Dark Secret before this. Happy reading!)“We’re heading towards the institute?” Ad asked unable to believe what he just heard. It was as if his tongue rolled out these words that the brain had no idea about.“Yes. Boss is calling. He wants a physical proof that you are alive. Marissa is playing the audio recording of what happened when you went to Joker’s Lab but I don’t think that’ll saturate him.”The sky was a sapphire blue here, most of the times.They pas...

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The Dark Secret (part 2)

(Hey guys! Make sure you’ve read part 1 of this: The green darkness. Small note-There were many places where I had used italics which annoyingly got washed away due to some reason, due to time constraint I cannot add the italics again. Enjoy reading!) Adaeae, now physically unstructured, reeked of metal wounds. He watched slices of glass float on the bloody floor like a small shaft on a muddy pond.  A beam of sunlight peeped through an experiment hole in the wall near the windowsill.  ‘Sunlight times are the best times!’ He sa...

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The Green Darkness- him (part 1)

“3 years, 56 days and 12 minutes.”He took a deep, raspy breath.“This was the amount of time I took to develop this app. This was the time when I grew out of 20’s, wafted through a dark stage in my life and, most essentially, lost dad.” Fury trumpeted out from his eyes.He took a thick needle and stabbed it in the glittering metallic flesh of his laboratory’s wall. He had worn a silk green t-shirt and trousers. His face was- well, a secret. He would always be shadowed by an oddly cut mask, ripped from the sides. His hair, ah, they we...

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C H A I N E D. For life?

Submitted to Contest #81

In torn denim jeans and a white crop top, Bella ran on the green bordered street maniacally with a werewolf-like dog chasing her. Her charcoal-textured hair whipped up and down like a famished dog wagging its tail. She kept on slyly glancing at the dog to ‘check him out’. Syrupy drool licked out of his huge mouth and fell like an opaque raindrop against the road. His black, velvety coat was lacquered with sparking droplets of sapphire paint that kept on triggering agitation on the dog’s skin. It’s sinewy build swapped forelegs and back leg...

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A love alloy

Submitted to Contest #81

Lia held Nancy’s shoulders firmly as they stood in front of a walking wad-rope mirror.  “Remember,” she said, “keep the pepper spray ready. Make sure you get to know the scent flavor he doesn’t like and spray that one on him. And aim the spray at his dominant eye, the one he uses to wink you. Okay?” Lia was Nancy’s curvy and ‘sassy’ best friend as she called it. “Oh gurl, why are you so ardently sweet?” Nancy said kindly. “But relax, really, he seems like a decent guy. A nice oval face shape, with brown hair. And two adorable dimple...

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The Lady

Submitted to Contest #80

Bernard oscillated out of his Mansion in a relaxed manner, just like America’s situation in World War 1. He outstretched himself enough to sip in fresh air and then plunged his hand into a coarse pocket to grab a cigar. He lit the pipe scratchily but the harsh winter swallowed the nascent, grey fumes. Cornering the cigar with his hand, he a-blazed the lighter. The lighter felt numbingly cold on his hand.  When he almost managed to hit the lighter on the right spot with the right pressure, the arrival of a bunch of stapled newspa...

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Burned and buried

Submitted to Contest #79

Final autumn leaves grind beneath her dusty feet. Her bouncy hair pumped vitality in an frizzy manner as she hobbled towards the garden to pluck freshly matured roses. The sky wasn’t a plain yellow expanse like it used to be in her preferred times; the sky was now a profuse of soluble shades. Brought up by a single mother, Reya outgrew from the last civilization of the era and struggled to sustain in the more modern world. Her mother who had, in the past, lived in regional groups when the culture of multiple mating partners existed, ironic...

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Vicissitudes

Submitted to Contest #78

TW: Suicidal ideation Adrian flinched again and again as Joana jerked the car and drove deliriously. “Joana”, Adrian began cautiously, “Where are we going?” His disheveled and disturbed hair sprung up and down frenziedly.   “Wait for it. It will come to you. I promise.” Joana said diplomatically, with a dull hue. “Uh, okay.”   Adrian’s ‘a tilt towards right’, ‘traffic light are green’ and other such inputs were omnipresent.   The car zoomed impressively along the wave of the street, swaying and revamping in style, and the whol...

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Adapt.

Submitted to Contest #77

The sky churned into a hail-storm, obscuring the elegant forestry view from Mathew’s workplace. News channels on multiplex televisions roared about this blizzard and instructed the city not to get out of their roofs. Mathew’s workplace was cheese with bewildered mice criss-cross running, clamourously. A wiry haired man constantly complained about his ancient car being cramped by the snow. In the cling of this storm, normally calm people unleashed their madness as if it was the end of the world. Some complained about them being stranded fro...

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