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Elan Leem

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Aug, 2023

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I’ve Never…

Elan Leem

Submitted to Contest #293

I’ve Never…I’ve talked to a stranger before. Yup. I’ve broken my pinky promise with my mother. But, to my defense, if it was really like that, I’d never would’ve dared to befriend kids from my school, right? Also, it was really on accident. I’ll tell you the story if you want. Okay, here it goes: I shuddered as I walked through the plane. I’ve never walked—or have rode a plane before. I thought of the time I beamed so brightly during my ballet competition. It was my third year. My first two years were pretty bad—all just improving. My first ...

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I’ve Never…

Elan Leem

I’ve Never… I shuddered as I walked through the plane. I’ve never walked—or have rode a plane before. I thought of the time I beamed so brightly during my ballet competition. It was my third year. My first two years were pretty bad—all just improving. My first competition of the year, on March 12th, 2025, Wednesday, was the first time I’d ever gotten into finals at my competition—ever. I remembered the stage lights flowing down towards me, my makeup shining brightly, sweat streaming down my body and face. But it was the single best experie...

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My Name Is Kingsley

Elan Leem

Submitted to Contest #288

“Kingsley!” I turned around, shivering. A breeze brushed through me. Even though it was sunny San Diego, winter was cold this year. It was Saturday, February 1st, 2025. In Sweetland Trails, (my address was 9089,) everyone knew each other. Sweetland Trails was a part of our neighborhood, named Olving N., after the famous artistic director at the dance company, Utopia Dance. He lives in one of the biggest houses in Olving N. Neighborhood. I live in one of the smallest houses. We don’t have backyards. We have a small side yard. I was biking wit...

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Starting Over

Elan Leem

Submitted to Contest #283

Starting Over By: Elan Leem “All right, we’re here,” Dad said as he opened the car door. I was jittery all over. I stepped out of our rustic blue Honda and marveled at our new home. Wow. It was…big. Tall, wide, modern. Picture this: white walls, wide windows, wide tile front yard with palm trees, shouting “exciting tropical vibe.” I peered through the side door to the backyard. It was big. I think I saw a pool. Dad opened the trunk and pulled out a few big suitcases. My flip-flops slapped my heels as I took steps. “You excited?” I shrug...

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