Amy Wang

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Interstice” by Amy Wang

Submitted to Contest #49

At first glance, the Commission’s waiting room looked similar to the lobby of every hospital that Emil had ever visited. Its design was clean and minimalist, with seats arranged around the walls and a wide reception desk opposite the front door. The only difference was that a heavy, see-through barrier completely encircled the top of the desk, with rectangular openings near the bottom that seemed secured, from the inside, by a series of complicated-looking latches. Busy with keyboards and touchpads, the people behind it barely looked up...

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“Designated Archnemesis” by Amy Wang

Submitted to Contest #48

On the day of the Tiamat Event, Chokepoint was having a coffee with her prospective archnemesis. It was, to be honest, a pain in the ass. She hadn’t had to do one of these for years, banking on her reputation to deter most hopefuls. Unfortunately, most did not equate to all, and the Commission was really holding this one over her head. “Shouldn’t you be looking for a snobby art-critic type or something?” she asked, flatly. “Oh, where’s the fun in that?” The person across the table flashed a smile from behind her mask. Sup...

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“Fuse” by Amy Wang

Submitted to Contest #48

It was the guinea pig that gave it away.When Emil was twelve the family still lived in the dingy apartment down the street from the canning factory. They lived with his grandmother, who seemed to have stayed in her rocking chair for so long that she had fused into it. She did little but knit, the whole day through, her eyes glued to old recordings of operas and ballet performances that played about on their little TV set. (The camerawork was so shaky that he decided they must have been recorded illicitly. He imagined his grandmother as ...

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“The Representation of Unreality” by Amy Wang

Submitted to Contest #48

(content warning: implied suicidal ideation) Once, there was a girl who was preternaturally good at creating representations. She could not tell how she came to possess this power. Perhaps she had been born with it, or perhaps one day she had gotten carried away reading Erich Auerbach and it had simply sprung into existence.She could do impressive things with this power, and for a time she put it to good use. She could make movies and carve ice-sculptures and impress small scribbles on a piece of paper, and all around her, the people would s...

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