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 I often write long short stories that are easily longer than a thousand words and I have even written a novella that I am rather proud of. I have written quite a few messy drafts of novels when I was younger and I am currently brainstorming ideas for a novel-length manuscript that I could hopefully publish one day. Last year during the month of November in eighth grade, I wrote a flash fiction story, The Day's End for my Creative Writing Club where we were tasked in writing a short piece, which could turn out to be a story, poem, or essay based on a picture of a foggy city. While flash fiction stories may not have much substance because of their length, I am determined to continue writing in this genre. Flash fiction may sometimes feel more like a poem than a story. The microscopic piece of fiction created is usually less than four hundred words, but it can be a few words longer. The Day's End is a complex story about a character's interaction with her mind.  The Day’s End...

When I submitted my short story, Love Through Diwali, to my seventh grade English teacher, I was not satisfied with the grade I had received. She told me that the story had a lot of potential for a great narrative, but I did not follow her directions. A few months later, this story was published under the editors' choice section of Teen Ink's literary magazine. I had then learned the lesson that my work is so much more than a mere grade. I believed in myself and persevered. Although this story features myself and characters from my own life, it is completely fictional. Love Through Diwali The sound of firecrackers begins to vibrate my walls. I open my eyes and I start to see lights, candles, and Diyas, a special Indian wooden candle, radiating in the darkness. I flip open up my novel and begin reading. Books always make me feel relaxed. After reading 50 pages, I begin writing my manuscript. As I wrap up my draft, I hear a knock at the door. “Shreya, you spend too much time...

I submitted this short story to the 2020 Scholastic Arts and Writing Awards. It won a Gold Key award at the regional level. This story was considered for national judging. However, it was not awarded a national medal this year. I am confident that I will win a national award next year. I am ardent and ambitious. Speaking of ambition and struggle, this short story is all about perseverance and living in the moment. I enjoyed every second of writing this story. Ambition and Rejection is published under the editors' choice section of Teen Ink. https://www.teenink.com/fiction/historical_fiction/article/1082303/Ambition-And-Rejection Ambition and Rejection by Shreya Ganguly The lovely, crimson leaves flew to the window. Positioned at her desk, Charlotte Whister gazed in astonishment, knowing that autumn had begun. The typewriter and journal waited patiently for stories to be inscribed. The wind blew across the town of Surein, Prince Edward Island. The cease of the nineteenth ...

I am Shreya Ganguly, a thirteen-year-old fiction writer. After having won my first writing award, I am even more determined to write. Today, I would like to share with you a short story I wrote recently. Being the prolific writer I am, I am invariably dying to express ideas through words. The Christmas Party is now published on Short Fiction Break.  https://shortfictionbreak.com/the-christmas-party-2/ The Christmas Party   Elizabeth’s eyes absorbed the rain as it permeated the windows. Her dark, glossy hair immersed with raindrops. Umbrella in hand, she began collecting flowers for the guests that would arrive that evening.  Clorinda Forbes left for a Woman’s Society meeting, leaving her bedroom door ajar. Mrs. Forbes adorned the table in the drawing-room with Elizabeth’s flowers.  “Have you been dismissed from school early today?” Mrs. Forbes inquired. Elizabeth began to color slightly. “Yes, mother. Today was a rather short day. Our aptitude for learning w...