Che Zue

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Dec, 2019

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“Flightless Wings” by Che Zue

As I exhaled, a plume of smoke rising from my mouth, I put out the dying embers to rest on a glass ashtray. Thank God I had the windows open. I can’t get used to this and yet it is one of the things that take me back. Of the many little things that lingered in my mind. I couldn’t remember much about her but I did remember the times when she would read to me, aside from the scent of nicotine embedded deep in our furniture. The reading sessions weren’t as often as I would like since she was usually busy with work. Being the head researcher ...

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“Names are for Friends” by Che Zue

Your fingers were racing across the keyboard. You’re scrambling to keep up with the sudden surge of ideas that crashed upon the shores of your mind. There were typos, highlighted by the unseemly squiggly red lines. But you tell yourself to be patient. The muses are singing. No interruption can be excused because if you don’t record every single word, you might lose track of this heavenly blessing for good.You can’t have that. After all, you’ve been scraping ideas for hours. And the deadline is looming towards you like a hawk closin...

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“As We Waltz in a Hall of Stars” by Che Zue

It’s been a few hours since I was practically stuffed into this pod. Yes, I volunteered for this project, but last minute jitters are something that I often experience when it comes to enclosed spaces. I wasn’t given any sedatives so the only form of comfort I was given was the rocking sensation I sense from within the pod. Like I was in a womb. One that was constructed from metal and other synthetic materials to keep me from being scorched alive when I get propelled from the Earth’s atmosphere into the heavens. Also, what’s keeping me s...

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“Eternity's Gate” by Che Zue

Dear Z, There is no other way of saying this. There is a new door at the end of the hallway where the closet once was. I used to keep old books there. Mine, Mom’s, a little bit of Dad’s old notebooks even. Which was what I was looking for when I noticed that the wriggle of the handle felt different. When I looked at it again, I noticed that it wasn’t the vertical plastic handle anymore. What I had touched was a cool rounded metal doorknob with decorative floral designs engraved into it. It had a thin layer of dust tha...

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“A Shot in the Dark, Shouting into the Wind” by Che Zue

A body. A crowd. A white tarp. And the scene was set. Voices echoed left and right. Buzzing in the ears of uniforms called to the site like flies hungry for the rotting remains that are yet to be consumed by officials. And no matter how they were swatted away, or at least attempted to be, they flew right back and lingered over the cadaver. Curious and hungry for a story.  Blame was the name of the game. The pooling crimson on the asphalt must have been a result of some form of foul play or intent. The spectato...

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“Shadow of the Rain” by Che Zue

It’s bright inside. And I didn’t want to lose sight of the stars. Even when I was called in by family members and friends, I refused to make haste. There was no reason for me to be inside any more than for me to be outside. And because of this hesitance, to my unluckiness, I managed to get myself relatively drenched from the squall o...

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“In Grand Style” by Che Zue

There wasn’t a single memory of going to meet my mother at her hair salon that didn’t excite me. Remember those movies in the 90s and early 2000s where the girls got together and helped their low self-esteem friend get spruced up for a special event? Or for a revenge scheme to get back at an ex? Or my personal favorite, when kickass superheroes or agents get ready with their equipment and d...

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“A Spot of Tea” by Che Zue

“You know, I can’t miss you till you go away.” Ellie’s mouth hung open. Her gaze locked onto me as I took a bite out of a piece of shortbread, leaving sweet crumbs on the saucer on my lap and probably all over my pyjamas. Shoot, I guess I have to vacuum the study later. I don’t usually do things without thinking, or saying things without understanding their consequences. 

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