Asa P

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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14 Stories

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“The Second Son's Daughter” by Asa P

Submitted to Contest #260

She was alone in the apartment, which was not an unusual occurrence. Even in childhood, in the long bygone years when she had still lived at home during elementary school, more days than not had been solitary. In those years, the boundaries had been firm, though, and she would never have done what she was doing now. Her father’s bed took up more than half of the room, yet left a space just wide enough for a locally sized human being to wedge through. Said human being could then sit on the edge of the bed and look out the window which took up...

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“At The Beginning of the Day” by Asa P

Submitted to Contest #255

"It can't end this way. I only need to start the day over again. " The little girl pleaded."When it is your time to go then it is your time to go. Every living being only has a set amount of time." The wise elder countered firmly. "You can go forwards and you can go backwards, but you cannot add time."Her birthday fell in the waning days of the school holidays. And this year the day just happened to be the Friday before she was to start fifth grade. On the floor beside her bed was a small box without any wrappings. Her present did not draw h...

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“The Fantasy of Oblivion ” by Asa P

Submitted to Contest #252

At the bottom of the bottle she found no genie, no answers to her burning questions, and no cure to the gnawing ache that threatened to consume her…….no peace at all for her troubled mind, only the void of oblivion.“Hello, Papa.” She said mechanically as she accepted the call. “How are you?“I’m very good, my daughter. How are you?” Her father responded.“I’m fine.” She said flatly.The silence lingered peppered with an unasked question.What do you want now?She heard him sigh and braced herself.“I don’t know how to say this so I’ll just say it ...

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“Journey the Endless Road” by Asa P

Submitted to Contest #239

You have to walk this lonesome road. You have to walk it by yourself. Nobody is going to walk it for you.So tie your shoes tightly, tuck in the laces, and start walking the road toward your fate…..The girl hated fridays. Classes ended at 16:00 with the children herded onto buses to go back to their respective homes for the weekend. As she rode the hour or so back to her father’s home she missed school more and more, already looking forward to Monday morni...

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“Smoothing Wrinkles In The Dark” by Asa P

Submitted to Contest #224

Somewhere in or near Seoul circa 2011“There are others who are sleeping in this room.” Mr. A called from the doorway. Without asking what he was talking about, I ceased my grunting and teeth grinding. It took some effort on my part as I struggled to hold my jaws apart. Like many things in my short but rather intense life of 15 or 16 years, depending on the aging system used, it was an unconscious quirk. I folded my two blankets, one to lay on on the spartan room’s floor and the other to cover my ex...

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“Who's Left Behind?” by Asa P

Submitted to Contest #210

YOU MURDERED METhe words were big enough for a blind man to see but some foreign church must've left it. Before he could get out his phone to open Papago to translate the strange note that had been slid under his door while he was away, the middle aged office worker was blinded by a flash of white light and then inky blackness. When he awoke he had the worst migraine ever yet his skull simultaneously felt thick. He was bound at the ankles, elbows, and wrists naturally. A strip of d...

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“After Dreams Fade” by Asa P

Submitted to Contest #207

"Cut!" The director shouted, annoyance and frustration clear in his voice."Just stand still! Why are you always moving around?" The predebut group's mentor, an OG in the industry, chided. " And look at the camera! Why is it so hard for you to look at people and stuff?" His scolding made my stomach clench in a knot and threatened to moisten my eyes. "You're going to try again. You're on the set until you get it right! So don't bother with tears! Stop or you'll ruin your make-u...

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“The Timeless Reaper Has A Name” by Asa P

Submitted to Contest #205

"Daddy E, no! Edwin, please, not in front of our…."My brother was over a year and a half older and somewhat smarter. As soon as he had peeped and realized what was up, he had instantly fallen over, covering his ears tightly with his hands and screwing his eyes shut tight."Appa, please, no! Mama!"One gunshot was quickly followed by another and then another. I had the ignorance or misfortune to open my eyes just as my father's body crumpled on top of the still-twitching body of my mother...

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“So Goodbye” by Asa P

Submitted to Contest #202

So goodbye, don't cry, and smile.....“It’s too easy.” Deko quipped as soon as the elevator opened, and I stepped out onto the rooftop. I had lagged behind him by less than 10 minutes. “You can do anything in this country if you’re a foreigner, no questions asked.” He snickered as he reached into the GS25 bag I held, searching for the lifeblood that would knock off the chill of the chilly damp evening. “How many calls and texts did you get while...

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“Look to Yourself” by Asa P

Submitted to Contest #198

*Journey off the well-beaten path, please“No, I’m not doing it,” I said as tonelessly as I could, because as soon as I said the word no, the mid or late 20-something-year-old man’s hand flinched. “You have an obligation to meet with a sponsor if the company tells you to.” He insisted in a tight tone. Three years after arriving in Korea, back in the 6th grade, I could understand Korean well enough to understand tone. 14-year-old me was about to get hit if I said again that I w...

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“Once We Were Happy” by Asa P

Submitted to Contest #175

Chili mac covered with oozing cheese for her baby girl, still chunky at age 3 with a round moonpie face and legs that started off as thick sturdy tree trunks before tapering off into sapling branches and flat feet with long floor tapping toes. Vegetable soup for her little boy, tall and painfully thin, owing more so to the racehorse metabolism he’d inherited from his father than the food allergies she had to carefully screen everything he consumed for. There was not a drop of butter on the rice the two children would share and although he...

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“Taste Memory” by Asa P

Submitted to Contest #172

The dog days of summer were fading, and with it came her 22nd birthday. Fat, noisy drops of rain punished the single window of her basement apartment. A single rotating fan was too clogged with thick gray dust to be of much use in the damp stifling unit, but she ran it anyway, hoping to trick her mind into thinking she was being cooled. Early in the morning she had risen to complete two errands on the town’s bus system ...

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“You Must Be Mistaken” by Asa P

Submitted to Contest #170

The tap on her arm startled her, snatching her back to mundane life. The fantasies in her head inspired by the music of such household names as DJ Dean, Zico, and Mino blaring through her earbuds evaporated instantly as she simultaneously opened her eyes and recoiled from the touch. Confused borderline offended, her coworker, building mate and frequently companion pointed to an empty seat. She shook her head to decline t...

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“A Break From Schedule” by Asa P

Submitted to Contest #170

It was a rare weeknight treat. No schedule. Her favorite pastime loomed before her. Her father made it dance in the air. He waved it around as he carried it down the hall after having plucked it from her hands without warning. She reached for it again and again, but each time he suddenly yanked it high aloft in the air and kept shuffling along unbothered. When he turned to enter the cramped living room, she automatically followed him, still reaching in vain and beginning to whine.“Papa, why? You gave the game, now you do...

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Author bio

Started writing near daily in my last year of elementary school and haven't stopped since. My ultimate goal is to write "one of the saddest books that you will ever read." I failed miserably at that as undergrad when I epublished "The Prisoner on Orlovskaya Street", but I still haven't given up. In the mean time I keep my day job as an English teacher in Korea.