Yash Gajjar

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2021

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5 Stories

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“Sham Engineer” by Yash Gajjar

Blanket flew in air as Meghraj got out of bed frantically reaching out to his laptop, meanwhile the alarm is going off on the table next to his bed. Once again, he barely woke up, just before the daily stand-up. He switched off the alarm after booting the laptop, just to save a few precious seconds. Gone are the days, where he used to wake up at 7.30, complete his morning routine including exercise, have breakfast, and then be ready for the 10 AM call. Nowadays, waking at 10 has become a chore. After working for the same organization for 3+ ...

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“Cynical Love” by Yash Gajjar

Happy reached out with his left to get the TV remote, but in the process, spilled his coffee on the table. With anger, he looked up and sighed. “Oh my god! This is all I wanted. And now the match has also started.” Lapping between the kitchen and hall, as fast as a 46-year-old man could, to clean his mess. Keeping one eye on the TV screen, paying close attention to the football match. “I hate this table and the stupid, mug. If only the base of the mug was wide enough,” His mouth did not shut, as he made haste, in his really short shorts and ...

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“Voyage Outside the Walls” by Yash Gajjar

Everyone ran frantically around the castle, in search of the prince, as he sat peacefully in the barn, next to his only friend Gib, the goat. A goat not older than 4-weeks. The prince has been regularly visiting his friend, to share his feelings of loneliness. “And that is what I got yelled for. Can you believe it? I honestly can’t,” the young prince said with a quivering voice. With watery eyes, he waited for a reply from his fellow friend. But his friend seemed to be distracted today. As he stared through a broken plank in the barn. Starin...

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“Motions of Emotions” by Yash Gajjar

Submitted to Contest #105

He walked with passion and always got angry, passionately. His fury blinded his eyes and deafened his ears. And over the years, his anger became as massive as his inability to notice it. He entered the car and smashed the door close, with his heavy hands. Breathing, as heavy as a bull. Waiting patiently, to explode on the culprit. Gripping the wheel as tightly as he gritted his teeth. As she walked closer to the car, his breathing intensified. And the minute she entered the car, he erupted like a volcano. Yelling his lungs out, his nerves po...

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“Sleepy Eyes” by Yash Gajjar

Submitted to Contest #100

The fabric of darkness was tugged away by the sun, as it shined the light first touched the trees and then on the mesa and at the end on the rest of the land. The sunrays hit his eyes, while his hair flew on the wind as freely as someone’s dreams. A tiny tear of blood rolled down his left eye. It shimmed in sunlight, majestically, like piss but when one eats an unhealthy amount of beetroot. Mark enjoyed the sun for a minute but had a decision to make, whether to save his friends or leave. He could go and ask for help but who knows how...

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Figuring out how to write. And if you happen to read something, leave a constructive criticism or something that you liked in the story. Hope you enjoy your stay.