Noncompetitive
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Trip
“Mami?” Jyoti knocked on the door of her aunt’s house. Listened. Nothing inside. “Mami? Mina?” No answer. She tried the door. It opened – unlocked, unbarred. “Mami? Are you in?” She cautiously poked her head inside, letting her eyes adjust to the dark interior. “Yes, yes -” The voice came from behind her. Blinking in… Continue reading
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Comic Mina is instructing Usha… Backbend checststand – but Mina’s own limbs are braided. Virika is visible peeking in through a window (under curtains?) Jyoti walking by …? 3. Continue reading
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Commission idea:Mina pressing a tin cookie-cutter heart into her chest Continue reading
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Shipment
The following can be considered a hatefic for a discord RP prompt, included at the end. This is not supposed to be part of any continuing story. It was a cardboard box large enough to fit an appliance. Well, too small for a dishwasher, too large for a mini fridge. The cardboard itself was heavy… Continue reading
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Commission: Cookie Cutter Mina. Probably just front view, Maybe flattened (somewhat) like https://tumblr.sudrien.net/post/697470687574654976 Several cookie cutters are embedded in her flesh – some tin, some beat up old tin, some plastic, some pressed in deeper than others. Are there signs (skin tears a la https://twitter.com/konyangeee/status/1583587672169512962 ) that there are previous, abandon attempts to cut) Is… Continue reading
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Theatrical Victimizer
The crowd stirred as the credits for the movie started to scroll by, some retrieving their mats from the trampled grass, some just rising and exiting the tent. No clapping, but a bit of shouting from a few kids out too late for a school night – of course, it was entirely possible they would… Continue reading
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And the Rains Came
There was a crack in the corner of the house. It’s length matched a forearm at this point, deep enough to show the mud bricks underneath. It wound it’s way up under one of the bedroom windows, a sorry sight from the road. Kshitij, a dutiful nephew in law, offered to patch it for months.… Continue reading
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A Walk to Say Goodbye
“And what do you expect me to do with it? Travel to town every morning just to get ‘Good Morning’ text?” The dirt road wasn’t the short one to the highway – the children would be taking that to get to the school bus in mere days. It was the long one, that wrapped through… Continue reading
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Knives
It was… would be… another quiet day in the house. The Dishes – the dish – from what was more properly described as “Lunch” was washed. Mina stared at the loom. She really. Really. did not feel like sitting in front of it today. The radio had been warning of “farmer protests” for – what… Continue reading
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On Loan
“Missus Mina Rupaka Bhramana, formerly Miss Mina Rupaka Jadia?” The postman’s bicycle leaned against the wall of her house. “Y- yes?” “Good – Ishaan though it must be you at the post office – though – well, it’s not too long until Mr. Bhramana will be back, is it?” “At some point they’ll force him… Continue reading
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