Adam Wan

“Don't Let Go Arthur” by Adam Wan

Submitted to Contest #81

“I met her in the dark,” said the old man, his voice quivering and his lids fluttering fragilely. “And you know… she lit me up…” The old man looked up at last, looking at the boy in the eyes, “She made me feel like I was enough…” He came into the party, his spirits lying low, and his feelings neutral to a certain key. When he entered, the music and the beat sounded, the muffled sounds bumping at the waters of his heart. Boom, boom, the muffled beats sounded. Boom, boom, they sounded, on and on as the people around danced and moved, holdin...

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“Up There In The Snow” by Adam Wan

Submitted to Contest #77

Satoru fought against the wind and heaved the door shut. Outside, the snow covered everything under it, hiding away every secret beneath every inch of white. The wind howled on, rattling the windows in the dark. And even inside, he could still sense its terrifying strength as it lashed across his cabin in the hills into the unknown. His body felt like it was burning. So much so it hurt like hell in every literal sense of the word. It seemed to eat away at his skin, slicing him, bit by bit, into sashimi. He groaned, grunting out in the dark ...

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“Something Missing” by Adam Wan

Submitted to Contest #71

The sun had set by then and the world had drawn its curtains as the rain cloaked the darkening sky. The cold descending upon the earth, painting the streets in wet lights. And it all seemed silent; like a town about to pull the covers and drift into dreams, goodnight. But somewhere, near the town plaza where the fountain stands still for night, red lights glowed and grew in the dark, twinkling over the puddles and the wet asphalt about the roundabout. The shops around had closed up and there were no other people around, no pedestrians, n...

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“Facing Eva” by Adam Wan

Submitted to Contest #70

“Am I going too fast, Keiko?” Haruto asked, slowing down on the seesaw— but of course, no reply. Averting his gaze to the floor, he simply smiled to himself, smiling inward— as if expressing to himself a thought, a feeling; or at the very least trying to, as if trying to convince himself of one, something true. He held his breath, feeling the evening wind blow, warming his skin and playing with his hair. He wanted to let out a sigh, but decided to keep it in; something was in his throat. It’s cold… The sun was setting by then, the horizon co...

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“Anima” by Adam Wan

Submitted to Contest #64

“What is the color of your soul?” — Hh…?! A voice called to him. He turned his head toward it, yet a sharp nothingness filled the room once more; a deep quiet, a silence almost cold. In the quiet, he sat there, at his desk, head looking as if to somewhere far away, as he waited for the voice once more— for that clear, bright, melodious voice of a young girl; so clear, so beautiful, it was almost sad… But no matter how long he waited in the silence— her voice resounded no more… He was alone in the classroom, sitting at the only desk in the...

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“Sleeping Window” by Adam Wan

Submitted to Contest #63

By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire— heaving a breath, I closed my eyes and returned inside. I forgot it was fall; I was tired. In truth, I wanted to write. Well, to be more precise, that was my way of saying that I wanted to draw. In a way, it is basically the act of writing down something, not in words, but in images. But, of course, that still is, in all forms of technicality, basically drawing. And so, taking up my sketchbook, sharpened pencil in hand, I set myself at the window seat and opened the window— where the S...

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“Sleeping Atlas” by Adam Wan

Submitted to Contest #62

That night on the way home from work, she was attacked. She worked an office job, and after an hour of overwork, she got into her car at midnight. She wanted to tell her husband and apologize for coming home late, but her phone had run out of battery. Her husband was a writer and he worked from home and would even cook dinner for her, and she would come home, tired, to the delight of seeing him and the dinner ready to be served. But that night, they came and attacked her. She and her husband live in a more rural part, a little further from ...

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“Part of the Setting Sun” by Adam Wan

That evening, Mamoru drove his car out, just as the sun began its descent into dusk, driving out to watch the day close its chapter over everyone. Someone was waiting there, an old friend of his from school. Eventually, reaching the place, Mamoru parked his car and got out, instantly feeling the wind, cold and chilly, brushing through his hair and raising a cold, icy feeling into his heart and up his arms. It was a road jutting out the cliffside, the descent beyond the rail steep, leading far down to the rocks the waves crashed against as...

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“Melody of the Night” by Adam Wan

Submitted to Contest #61

Cars drove by, moving over the asphalt in quiet with a sigh, their headlights beaming through the nightly dark— the town started to feel alive now… By the entrance to a little café, Haruto stood leaning against the wall as he waited for the others, phone in hand, him scrolling through it: they were on the way; they’d arrive in a bit, they said. After a moment, a car pulled up and stopped right in front of the café; a familiar car. At the arrival, he got up from the wall and straightened himself… Thnn…  Out the back door, off the oth...

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“Midnight Sun” by Adam Wan

Submitted to Contest #59

From the dark clouds high above, rain fell over Shibuya Crossing, thousands all walking, their umbrellas overhead, everyone scrambling; the streets and buildings all drenched and muddled like nightmares and dark memories, setting the world in a scene like a dark landscape. Everything sounded, busy and loud, yet everything was muffled and wet; everything to the senses all scrambled lost like wandering voices like a world submerged to the depths of the sea… High buildings arose left and right, erected in wild patterns; the canyons in between f...

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