Adam Wan

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2020

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“The Sleepy Neighborhood (Prose Poem)” by Adam Wan

A match struck in the dark; a moment glow: A band played on the sidewalk, in winter dusk, in the fading light. Post-rock; experimental forays into the world of music, of art-rock, rock made classical, beautiful. The drums spoke the rhythms of the world, the fading world, the low-hanging, dark clouds over everybody; the cold breaths, sighs of mist; the snow all around; the crystals in the trees; the freezing cold o...

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“Look Up” by Adam Wan

Yuki came around a bend and descended the steps. A gust of the evening wind blew over her— the summer tepid, here still, the season only reaching its peak. The fireworks festival is coming; maybe that’s its peak. Arriving at the thought, she shook it away as she reached the final step, readying hers...

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“Songwriter” by Adam Wan

Akari picked up her guitar, sat down on the balcony, and gazed out at the city. Distant honking, dogs barking somewhere in the world below, lights flashing everywhere as the world inched toward twilight. The warm breeze brushed her cheek, and in the wind she could smell a burning hint of smoke and exhaust fumes. Akari closed her eyes, and imagined the world in flames. When she opened them again, her ...

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“Knew Her” by Adam Wan

I’ve known Haruka for a long time. Well, if six years counted as a ‘long time,’ that is. We first met each other in senior high, where we were in the same class for all three years. Back then, we didn’t really know each other that well so the first three of those six years might as well be zero. A week, at most. We were nothing more than classmates, then. Familiar...

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“Stop The Fall” by Adam Wan

Arisu sat on the bench and plugged in her earphones. A gentle breeze sent a chill up her legs. “Achoo…” Her battery’s at twenty-five percent. It would last her about an hour, at most. The night wore on and the sky darkened, and somewhere behind them the clock struck twelve, going dong, dong, dong…

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“Phone In” by Adam Wan

“So… you’re coming home, right?” His sister was on the phone. He imagined her by the phone in the hallway, back at home, fingering the cord in the dark, the receiver pressed against her face, pressed to her cheek. He imagined her putting a hand over the little holes of the mouthpiece, imagined her breathing. In and out. “Goro?” “I’m listening.” A beat. As he stood looking out at the dark sky, ...

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“Spiraling Walls” by Adam Wan

How did it end up like this? Over and over again, Aki asked herself that same question; over and over again, until everything inside her was torn apart, turned to shreds, carried spiraling upward into the air. It was a hurricane inside her. One that tore away at her sanity, whittling away her core, shaking her from deep within.

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“Superstar” by Adam Wan

I first met Matsuoka in senior high. We were in the same classes for all three years, though we didn’t particularly know each other. We had gone to the same schools, shared the same room for all three years, listened to the same history teachers, breathed the same air—but that was it. There was noth...

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“Little Taste” by Adam Wan

Kazuto’s friends had invited him to their party. The party was at Hiro’s place, in the quiet and suburban areas of the city. It was in a newer residential area too, which meant that he didn’t have any neighbors around; besides the one or two that were few and far between. Without anything else to do, without work or any assignments or anything else he wanted to wo...

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“Found You In The Dark” by Adam Wan

When he stepped into the elevator, and the doors shut, the lights went out. The elevator stopped moving, a low hum rung out hollow. A creaking somewhere. Heavy, hard sounds. Metallic. A sort of mustiness that comes the moment the air conditioner stops. A stillness that was almost suffocating. Unnerving. A chill ran up his spine. The power’s gone out? Haruto looked about, but he couldn’t see anything. He r...

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“The Library Tonight” by Adam Wan

It was 11 p.m. and the doors were closed. The lights everywhere were off, letting the shadows take over the night. A cold air hung over the place, still like the silence. The months neared winter— and with each day, the nights grew colder, the air almost seeming to hold the hints of the winter frost in its breath. Now, the library almost seemed like a place forgot...

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“Narrative” by Adam Wan

“Who are you?” Kominato asked, eyes narrowed, his face stern, a bitter tone laid over his words. The young woman before him simply sat back, smiling amused, her expression telling of something mischievous in her intent, a spark of something in her eyes. She smirked, the smirk then turning to a grin. The hell’s with her? For the first time, she broke their eye contact, at once averting her gaze...

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“Spring Petals” by Adam Wan

    Psshhh… Kiriko boarded the bus. A winter breeze brushed past her when she stepped on— she shivered: cold. She took a seat near the middle, sitting herself by the window, seeing her reflection on the cold glass; its image pale, faded. For some reason, she couldn’t help but feel a tinge of sadness in her eyes, in her lashes, reflected on ...

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“Best Friend” by Adam Wan

She tossed and turned, then checked her phone. There was no one beside her, and it was four a.m. In the darkness, her phone’s screen glowed like rectangular image in her palm, displaying her home screen wallpaper. Raindrops dotted the windowpane in the picture, glittering in the prevailing sun after the rain. The scene almost seeme...

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“Where Were You?” by Adam Wan

It was raining. The midnight streets bore a soft, quiet glow, and various cars, motorbikes, and cabs drove along over them, the neon lights all around reflected in the puddles—multicolored: red, blue, yellow, pink, purple. A soft, soothing sound sighed every time a vehicle drove by. A quiet mist seemed to hang in the still air. Or ...

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