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Summers by the Spring
By Vedika Srivastava in Stories | Reads: 129 | Likes: 2It was my first day at senior school when I saw her. Just like a cheerful puppy jumping around from one seat to another meeting and greeting her new batch. I entered the class and took the farthest seat possible. New places, new schools every year still made me anxious even though I should have g Read More...
Published on Feb 13,2021 04:26 PMTwo knocks on the mirror
By Vedika Srivastava in Horror | Reads: 174 | Likes: 2Two knocks on the mirror 15th June 2020: “According to western beliefs if you hear three knocks on your door before the dawn it symbolizes an insult to the Holy trinity.. The father, the Son and the Holy spirit”, said Rhea munching on the sandwich. “Oh and who would be knocking a Read More...
Published on May 28,2020 10:34 PMThe Bookstore
By Vedika Srivastava in General Literary | Reads: 223 | Likes: 1The bookstore was nothing different from the other bookstores in the area but still had a certain charm to it. It was like time stopped at the place .It had the same décor, the same chairs, the same bunch of people re reading their favourite books again and again. It was the only place which Read More...
Published on Apr 29,2020 08:32 AMThat Shattered Bottle
By Vedika Srivastava in Poetry | Reads: 222 | Likes: 1Your hands like carcass Signal me to stop Your lips like tainted glass Ask me to drop The crowd cannot hear you Whilst you cry Even if they did They'll turn a blind eye I beat you black and blue For that's all I could do And you still don't have a clue Of what have I been through I Read More...
Published on Apr 17,2020 11:30 PMThat coffee shop down the lane
By Vedika Srivastava in Romance | Reads: 5,562 | Likes: 46It had just stopped raining. She was there as usual. At the quaint coffee shop around the corner overlooking the street, in her favourite seat... she sat by the window with her favourite hot chocolate with tiny marshmallows floating like shooting stars in the dark blue sky. The jukebox in the Read More...
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