Creative Writing

Here is a page outlined to show my creative writing and just a few pieces that I have written. If you happen to like these short pieces, then please feel free to go to the page titled “Shop” on my website where you can purchase all of my published books.

Displacement - Shreya Sachdev

“I’VE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS TANTRUM. STOP IT RIGHT NOW” Mrs. Harrison detonated with rampage as she told our homeroom to quiet down. We had been completely disregarding her and catapulting pencils at each other whilst she tried to edify us the perils of social media. Mrs. Harrison was old with unprepossessing skin. She had a wizened forehead and such droopy eyes that it always looked like she was walking around with her eyes closed. She had crooked, yellow teeth with her upper tooth going over her bottom lip. I looked over at my friend Gabe and smirked. We gave each other the look that gesticulated, “Oh my god, she’s so annoying” It was Monday morning and the last thing we needed right now was a monotonous lecture on the menaces of Instagram and Facebook. I rolled my eyes as she started again in her shattered, tremulous voice “If you write down your address on your online profile then anybody will be able to track you down” I glared at her and prodded Jake who was sitting next to me so I could talk about how I was going to ask Lisa Parker out to the dance next weekend. “Yeah man so I think she’s totally into me, we’ve been texting and-“ I stopped. Mrs. Harrison was staring straight at me and giving me a scowl. I grimaced back and asked “What?” I shrugged my shoulders. She exhaled and said “Greg, I want you to sit at the front of the class”

I frowned “Why? I wasn’t even talking” I replied back.

I didn’t care how I sounded, I wasn’t agitated. Mrs. Harrison gaped. Her normally serene and sweet manner suddenly altered and her face twisted in an all - demolishing rage; her nostrils blazing, her eyes flaming and closing into gashes, her mouth trembling and salivating. “I told you to sit at the front Greg, end of story. Move. Now. I mean it” I didn’t say anything. The whole class was perusing me. I had never seen Mrs. Harrison looking so unhinged. I quietly got up from my seat and walked over to the front of the class. I had never been so sheepish. I was the one who could talk back to teachers and the one who beguiled the whole class. I always sat at the back of the class because that was where the cool kids sat. But now, here I was sitting next to some loner who picked his nose. I could hear my friends guffaw behind me. I had been displaced. Was it my fault?

Shreya Sachdev