Ben Kun

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Malice is malice” by Ben Kun

Submitted to Contest #94

During times of crisis, it is never in human nature to accept defeat. Even if one chooses to run, the pain and guilt shall forever linger in their mortal hearts. This rash nature of ours has become a cause for concern in regards to our thinking, with the lines of rationality being constantly blurred as it mixes with our emotions. “Please, it’s not too late to put an end to this all,” said a woman, her short blonde hair was youthfully silky. “Arshun, do not let hate overcome you.” “No,” The man beside her replied, his slightly dee...

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“Remedy” by Ben Kun

Submitted to Contest #69

“Lucas, you did really well today.” “Thank you.” Just by the riverside sat a teenaged boy alongside another man, he seemed slightly older than him. On a guess, one would say in his early twenties. The similarities between the two were strikingly similar, from their sable coloured eyes to their button noses. They both even had brown hair, with the only difference being the younger one's hair was longer. It might have been hard to distinguish the two from a far. After all, they were brothers. “But I like the way you play more, brother.” Th...

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“Deprived of Sound” by Ben Kun

Submitted to Contest #69

The art of piano had been ingrained in the Dubois bloodline for generations, stemming all the way from 1824. The eldest child was always the successor of the grand-master of the house and school. It seemed as if the following successor would always have more talent than the previous, creating the now well-known notion that the Dubois Piano School was the strongest in the world. The current grand-master, Camille Dubois II, dubbed “the greatest Dubois” had been looking to retire soon. Under her leadershi...

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“True Feelings” by Ben Kun

Submitted to Contest #68

Under the old and beautiful Flamboyant tree, in the umbrella of the night sky stood a hopeful Emiliano Queresma - his palms sweating with anxiety as he stood in front of his beloved Natasha Cruz, a fellow South American whose beauty was second to none in his eyes. There could be no one else for him, he believed - obsessing whatever she did or whatever little movements she made; whenever he could, he was watching. “Natasha…” “Yes?” “I’m in love with you, please go out with me!” “...” She looked a little flu...

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Fiction is the reality we all dream of.