Yashaa Bajracharya

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2020

Stories (13)

13 Stories

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“The Realm of Zinombria” by Yashaa Bajracharya

Submitted to Contest #88

Rosalind looked in the gold framed mirror, the intricate designs of roses intertwining each other. As her green eyes rested on her reflection, she studied the expression of boredom on her face. As her servant and only friend in the castle, Miriam, braided her long blonde hair back, she sighed."Is everything alright?" Miriam asked. Rosalind was glad she had stopped calling her 'Your Highness' or 'Your Majesty'."No, Miriam, you know quite well it's not," Rosalind replied, with another sigh."If this is about you making plans to run away from th...

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“The Strange Case of Apartment 1204” by Yashaa Bajracharya

Submitted to Contest #67

Bryan Harris flicked through the T.V channels, showing disinterest in most of the shows that were being aired. Not in the mood for reality shows...or comedy...or the news which is mostly always depressing, he thought to himself as he pressed the button on his remote and watched the channels change. He checked his watch and saw that it was 11:35 P.M. It was a Saturday and his friends from work had asked him to spend the night at the bar downtown called The Fireside, but he had declined because he had wanted to spend the night by himself. Now...

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“A Century's Curse” by Yashaa Bajracharya

Submitted to Contest #59

The traveller walked down the lonely winding road. The sun was going to set any time soon and he decided to look for a place to stay. He checked his map and saw that there was a small town located ahead. He decided to stay there for the night.As the traveller walked on, he saw a little girl crying on the shores of a large lake. Looking around, he saw nobody and approached the young girl. "Hi there," the traveller said, in a cheerful manner. "Are you lost, little girl?"The girl looked at him with bright blue eyes which sparkled with tears. He...

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“Moments To Cherish” by Yashaa Bajracharya

Submitted to Contest #58

I smiled as I took a selfie, the candle in my room illuminating the features of my face. Keeping it in my private Instagram story, I type in, "Last day at home in the dark." Posting it, I leaned back down on my bed and looked at the ceiling. The glow-in-the-dark stickers in my ceiling were bright in the dark. Ugh, what was I thinking when I pasted them when I was in third grade? I guess I should take them out, they're too kiddish. Despite the power outage (Apparently, the whole area's lights went out due to a short circuit in the electric...

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“The Final Chapter ” by Yashaa Bajracharya

Submitted to Contest #56

Whoever decided to replicate this game in real life is absolutely psychotic.I aimed my sniper at the remaining two players who had guns pointed every which way. They would never know where I was, I change position every single time I've fired a shot. I was aiming for the guy on the right and fired. Plus, since I had a silencer on, they would never know either. The player fell down while the other one, bent next to him and held him close. I saw her shoulders shaking and she had placed her gun on the ground. A wave of emotions rushed through m...

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“Bonded By Blood” by Yashaa Bajracharya

Submitted to Contest #55

"Now, Liana, Sophiya," Father said. "I would like you to meet Walter Harrington. He's the son of Mr. Harrington.""Nice to meet you," Walter said, bowing his head slightly."Nice to meet you too," I said, as Sophiya bowed her head. I could see her blushing slightly, well, I don't blame her. Walter is quite a handsome man, he had the same dark hair like his father and similar facial features. Except his eyes were green, unlike Mr. Harrington's who had brown.Father and Mr. Harrington were business partners. They've been working together in the s...

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“Meant To Be” by Yashaa Bajracharya

Submitted to Contest #53

COVID-19 kills more than 25,000 people...Stay home, stay safe, don't forget to put on a mask before leaving the house...Social distancing is important...I scroll down on my phone, reading the headlines in Google. I remember when I first heard about the COVID-19 virus in December, initially in Wuhan, China. I don't think anyone expected it to infect the world like this. Sighing, I opened Instagram and watched stories of my friends. Considering everyone's stuck at home, they have just kept memes of 2020 being a disastrous year or their daily a...

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“A Sense Of Déjà vu” by Yashaa Bajracharya

Submitted to Contest #52

I woke up with a start and sat up on my bed. It's weird how you wake up and think everything is fine, however, the memories of your previous day come crashing inside your head. The first thought that comes into mind is the fact that I saw him die. I saw Quentin Reynolds, one of my friends die before the police could arrive to stop it from happening as six others died too. To stop Chad Avery and Henry Bradley for being responsible for the school shooting. It was frightening yesterday.The door opened and Nancy, my elder sister, said, "Hey, it'...

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“Insolitus - The Strange” by Yashaa Bajracharya

Submitted to Contest #51

IreneThe first time I saw the word Insolitus was in my Dad's files. I saw the word when I was eleven and when I asked him he told me that I should never say the word to anyone. My parents have always been like that, cautiously answering every question I asked them because I was always so curious. But when I asked Dad that day, he was incredibly stern about it.Dad had the position of Lieutenant in the Army and I always believed he was never afraid of anything. But it was clear to me back then that Dad feared the word and it onl...

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“Something Worthwhile” by Yashaa Bajracharya

Submitted to Contest #49

My fingers played the keys on the piano, making sure I hit every note right, making sure I made no mistakes. My palms were sweaty, but I had to get through this selection. I had to. It was the only way to get the music scholarship so that I can join Evergarden Music Academy - the finest school to learn music in this country. However, only the best three performances were to get the scholarships after being judged by the musicians who taught in the school.As I carefully played Beethoven's Fur Elise, I was trying my best to not feel intimidate...

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“The Memoir of A Writer” by Yashaa Bajracharya

Submitted to Contest #46

I scrunched up the paper, for what it seems, like the thousandth time. I begin to feel sorry for the notebook in front of me, however it's nothing compared to the annoyance and anger I feel over how I cannot think of any idea on what to write next. So much for the famous author, Ellesmere Perry. I should live up to my reputation. After all, the previous book series that just got published about a dystopian world where the government takes orphaned children to conduct experiments giving them superhuman powers and use them as military weapons ...

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“Fated Assassins” by Yashaa Bajracharya

Submitted to Contest #42

The rain poured down in the dark alley as they cornered the person they were looking for. After this kill, they would be rewarded greatly and manage to push their reputations further higher."Who are you people? What do you want?" the man asked afraid, cowering near the wall. He had one hand on his right arm where Cole Winters had slashed with his long knife. Blood dripped down to his fingers."Was that honestly necessary?" his partner, Aiden Clarke asked, sighing. "That's going to leave a bloody mess.""He was pointing a gun at us, Aiden," Col...

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“Thank You” by Yashaa Bajracharya

Submitted to Contest #41

It was a cold November day. Daniel Stark was walking home as another normal day ended in Greenwood High. He checked his watch and knew he had a shift in the local department store in fifteen minutes. He hurried up his pace, pulling the brown scarf tighter around his neck. As he walked, someone ran past him pushing at his arm. Daniel stumbled a little as a girl’s voice said, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” “Watch it,” Daniel stated, annoyed. He looked at the girl standing in front of him, her auburn hair tied up in a ponytail and she looked anxious a...

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23 She/her ~ Writing ~ Somewhere between torture and fun ~ Bookworm at heart ~