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Wild Rose

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2020

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THE MIDDLE

Wild Rose

Submitted to Contest #312

I woke up to a golden stream of light pouring in through the train window. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, and looked at the time. I have slept a lot less than I usually do. I looked out of the window.Up until yesterday, for all throughout my journey, I was travelling through a lush green countryside. Green meadows, with varied assortments of flowers decorated the surroundings of the train track. The sky was a wondrous shade of blue, with white clouds swimming in it. We often crossed occasional forests, bustling with life, with unknown birds si...

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The Cursed Town

Wild Rose

Submitted to Contest #96

Content Warning- Murder/SuicideHe walked up through the dusty road which led to the small town of Temans. It was twilight and a light wind was blowing. Far away, the crop plantations acquired a greenish orange colour due to the light of the sun. On the other side, one could catch a faint glimpse of the Temans church, with its tall steeple standing majestically high up in the sky. The yellow- orange hue of the sky washed the town, and the muddy red road was illuminated with a touch of gradient yellow. The whole town looked peaceful ...

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Awaited Death

Wild Rose

Submitted to Contest #95

She dropped down on her bed, waiting…. Waiting for something, but what? Her whole body somehow shook with terror, yet a feeling of relief. She looked sad and disheartened, but still had a calm light in her eye that showed gumption and determination. She looked around the lonely bedroom. Harry was not there, still in the hospital. She had the time to think for herself. She had time to make herself steady, to assure herself. The bedroom, suddenly, looked shabby to her. The walls were a dull yellow with paintings forcefully crammed on it which ...

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Parted

Wild Rose

Submitted to Contest #94

18th June 2015 Dearest Gary, I have finally named you, what do you think? I had never thought that I would name a diary, of all people. Today, I was in a tumult. How dare anybody say such bad things about this house, my house? I would have never imagined that someone who had actually had said disgraceful things about my house would be staying here. Never, ever. I hate Gary more than ever now. Oh, Gary! The downright scoundrel, the brat! What wouldn’t I do to give him a piece of my mind! He came to my house in the morning, wearing a blue ...

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Fragments Of Roses

Wild Rose

Submitted to Contest #93

 She returned to her bedroom, her chest throbbing with a strange kind of pain that she had never experienced before. Her blue organdie wore traces of damp sweat, and her sweet, beautiful face was ruffled and damaged, probably due to tears. She would never, never throw a party again or be present in any type of social gathering. She was done, done with entertaining.She was not always like this. Once she had been a sweet and happy woman, with everything that a person could want. New dresses, balls and parties almost every week, a sweet hu...

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Red

Wild Rose

Submitted to Contest #92

It was Diwali, the festival of joy, the festival of brotherhood, the festival of light. Marigold Gardens was beautifully decorated with diyas, the traditional lamps that the Indians use. The sky was ablaze with the light from crackers and parachutes. Electric lights decorated the trees, colourful crackers such as the traditional rangmashal and phuljhuri  added a colourful appearance to the place. People wearing colourful lehngas and sarees, the traditional wear of the Indians, could be seen dancing together in couples. There were husban...

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The Day I was Human

Wild Rose

Submitted to Contest #91

"Gangu Ram, are you there?", I cried. This just doesn't work. Gangu Ram is always late. He never comes to the school early .Sometimes I feel so exasperated with him that I feel I would give him a sound thrashing." I would like to break his neck", I thought. I repeatedly told him yesterday not to be so late, but who listens to whom. Especially today is a very important day. The school inspector is coming to inspect the school. Our school, the P. G Memorial is reputed to have the best library in Kolkata, with its air conditioned rooms, comfort...

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