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Caya Mei

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2024

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The Breeze on One's Skin

Caya Mei

Submitted to Contest #288

It’s dark when I open my eyes, the black clouding my senses. My hands reach out on their own, yet they don’t appear in my vision. I don’t… I’m not sure where I am, or how I got here. I’m not even sure of who I am. But there is a pull, something is calling to me, beckoning for me to come. Without much else to do beside think, I follow where the string pulls me. It never gets loose, the fisherman on the other side reeling me in with every step I take. There is no ground beneath my feet, I realize soon enough, and not much later I realize too t...

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A Conversation between Three Friends, but They’re in the Middle of a Heist

Caya Mei

Submitted to Contest #280

Content warning: Strong language“Shut up!”“I can’t see anything!”“Don’t you think I know that? Just shut up. We need to be quiet. Come on, keep crawling. We’re almost there.”“Fine. But I don’t like this. There are still people in the building. Evan said they’d all be gone by now.”“Yeah, well, Evan’s a little bitch.”“I can hear you, you know.”“That’s the point. Why are there still people here?”“Beats me. Museum closed six hours ago. By all means, they shouldn’t be.”“Can you see them? What are they doing?”“Let me check… Seems like there’s some...

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The Woman in the Painting

Caya Mei

Submitted to Contest #242

Lus liked solitude. Quietness suited her, it allowed her to observe not only the magnificence of the nature around her, but also the nature within. To recollect her thoughts and feelings was calming, and it worked best when alone and in silence. Not to say she couldn't enjoy or appreciate the bustle of the city, the conversations of strangers, the laughter of children, or even the low humming of cars or the loud honking of its inhabitants. Her low heels clicked on the pavement in a steady rhythm, the golden sun beaming down on her face. Righ...

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