Zeta Marchesi

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Thought Patterns” by Zeta Marchesi

Submitted to Contest #80

The diner was uncharacteristically full for that time of the day. The twilight air was heavy with the smell of cheap food, the slow murmur of conversation and the anticipation of something momentous about to happen. Some of the eyes were fixed to the television screen, while the rest flickered to the clock impatiently every few minutes. It wasn't time yet.The two girls occupying the corner booth had just arrived. One of them whispered to the other," It’s happening. This was all of the dinnertime conversations for the pas...

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“Behind the Bars” by Zeta Marchesi

Submitted to Contest #79

The first time I ever saw Bill was in a grey room, sitting cross-legged on the floor, hunched over a book. In any other circumstances, I wouldn't have missed the irony of our first meeting. But the Gary in my memories hasn't developed a sense of humour yet; all he had learnt to draw from life was its emptiness, much like the bunk bed he would be occupying for the next `one year. Hit by a sudden wave of exhaustion, I had flopped down on it and stared at the floor blankly. All this while, Bill had continued reading on without sparing me a g...

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“Things That Change, Things That Don't” by Zeta Marchesi

Submitted to Contest #53

I opened my eyes and stared dazedly at the few white specks floating aimlessly in an otherwise blue sky. The summer breeze blew a few locks of hair all over my face and I flicked them away. I eventually remembered the book that had led to my heavy slumber, it was lying open on my stomach to a random page number. Siddhartha. It has been a while since I had been suggested this with the promise of being filled with a weird evangelical zeal, but I keep on pushing it for later. I made a mental note to finish it on the weekend. Retriev...

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“Safe Harbor” by Zeta Marchesi

"It's going to rain. You can feel it in the wind, as the pressure hangs over your head like a ticking time bomb. Any minute now. Your eyes scowl at the approaching darkness, simultaneously scanning the vicinity for a possible retreat. The idea of walking in the rain, water dripping off your eyelids, the clothes sticking to your skin has never appealed to you. So you brace yourself for the impact. A passive acceptance trickling in with the first drop of rain. But wait! There's still hope. At first, you d...

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Author bio

Just another writer trying to make sense of the world inside her head.