Andrea An

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

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“The Heart's Prophecy” by Andrea An

“Your Majesty,” In the periphery of her vision, Ilyana saw a man bow. She didn’t look at him. “Isn’t the moon beautiful?” She mused. The man stood straight in his spot. “Please, have a seat,” she said, indicating on the empty seat across from her. The man did not move, “You called for me, Your Majesty?” She turned in her seat to see the man dressed in a black crisp suit. Sh...

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“The Research Proposal ” by Andrea An

Cassandra was lying on the sofa, “I have an idea.”  “Hmm?” Ewan replied, a controller in his hand, his eyes glued to the screen “Oh, there! There!” He cursed, “He blocked my view!” “I want to experiment,” Cassandra stared at the ceiling but her eyes were unseeing. “I want to know how love feels.” “Uh huh--What the fuck--he left me alone! My teammates are shit!” ...

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“The Human Gift” by Andrea An

T/W: Suicide, depression, death. Told in two perspectives, the italicized is the POV of Celestine, and the normal text is the POV of Annabel. Annabel stood at the ledge of an abandoned parking lot. Below her is the sea, the waves crashing roughly against the concrete. She could feel the spray of the seafoam, the pinpricks of stray water dangling in the a...

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“A Battle Against The White Blank Page” by Andrea An

The white blank page stares at me. We’ve been staring at each other for hours now. I try to type words on it but my fingers halts, hovering inches away from the keyboard, as though there is some invisible barrier stopping me. Then, I put down my hands in exasperation. This has been going on for three hundred sixty five days. I have had an ongoing battle with an empty blank page for three hundred sixty fiv...

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“A Glimpse of the Works and Wonders of a Dead-People-Processing Teller” by Andrea An

T/W: Mention of Rape.You type away on your keyboard, your eyes barely seeing the screen. Working for years in the same office in the same job post looking at the same form that’s barely changed for decades, it becomes as familiar as the back of your hand. You continue to type away on the keyboard, unhearing and hearing the wail and complaints of the person on the other side of the glass pane in front of you.“Yes, yes,” you push enter. “You’re done. Get your ticket on the next wind...

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“The Story Of A Princess and The Reincarnated Prince” by Andrea An

“You--my dear, Anthony, you--” Although there was glass in between them and a big distance after that, Anthony could not help but step back. “You are him! We--we spent--” the woman tried to stand but the thick metal locks on her feet and arms restrained her from doing any movement. “Oh, don’t you remember? Of course you don’t--that wretched brother of mine let you forget everything!” She sneered. She looked like a wild a...

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“Coming Home” by Andrea An

A knock interrupted Valence from her writing. “What?” She called, her voice tinged with the annoyance of being interrupted. She specifically told her secretary not to interrupt her. Valence was catching up on paperwork which filled her desk—the year end nightmare of every corporate employee. “Ma’am, I just received a call. Mr. Bryans did not deliver the gifts and the papers....

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“Never Plucked Apple in the Garden of Eden” by Andrea An

The beauty she holds yet she does not realize. The spell she has over me that she will never recognize. Her smile that freezes my world—that makes me realize that the luckiest man on Earth would be the man that will capture her heart. In this small space, in a ferris wheel carriage, has been the best moment of my life. It is ending soon but I will lavish the last ten seconds of this ride where she and I a...

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“The 10 Things I Hate” by Andrea An

First, I hate going outside. But now I stand in the middle of a crowd. I feel suffocated. I feel like their eyes can see past through my flesh and pick my flaws. I feel like the moment they see me they will immediately know my thoughts, my secrets, my failures. Second, I hate walking across the road. It gives me anxiety. What if I die? What if I did something wrong? I wat...

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Author bio

Just a girl trying to make sense of life and her place in the world... I do book reviews here: https://4ourseason.wordpress.com