Esther Jeon

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2022

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“In the Kitchen” by Esther Jeon

In the steamy air of Mizuna’s kitchen, beads of sweat trickle down the 30-something Japanese job candidate’s face. “Which restaurants have you worked in in New York?” I am holding the afternoon interview to replace the fifth prep cook who’s left this year for higher pay elsewhere. “None.” He shakes his head. “In Japan. Soba.” He gestures kneading dough with his hands.  In the kitchen the hiss of the gas burners is constant. With his limited English and my very basic Japanese, this conversation isn’t going anywhere. I point toward the fr...

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“flowers” by Esther Jeon

I visit the local Trader Joe’s to buy some of my girlfriend’s favorite flowers, lilies, and tulips! It’s officially our 6 months together. I wonder what she got for me since we’ve been together for half the year! I planned to go visit the aquarium and spoil her. Shes have been wanting to go on an aquarium date for the longest time because she sees them on TikTok. It came out after a while and she told me that she had to tell me something and to not overthink it no matter what. “Oh, what is it”, I replied. My heart was beating so fast that I ...

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“Fox Spirit” by Esther Jeon

I entered the cat shelter with my siblings and mom. Her face lit up once she saw all the adorable cats. What am I gonna do I cannot handle this adorableness. We go through all the cats and after a long time, we decided that we wanted the white Siberian cat. Whatever, we still have time to start our plan. Avery nodded at me and I nodded back, it was time. “I need to go to the restroom”, I said. Avery replied, “so do I, can you come with me, Emily”? She said sure and followed us there! Avery went it and Emily waited outside, I quickly just was...

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“Missing Kitty” by Esther Jeon

I entered the cat shelter with my siblings and mom. Her face lit up once she saw all the adorable cats. What am I gonna do I cannot handle this adorableness. We go through all the cats and after a long time, we decided that we wanted the white Siberian cat. Whatever, we still have time to start our plan. Avery nodded at me and I nodded back, it was time. “I need to go to the restroom”, I said. Avery replied, “so do I, can you come with me, Emily”? She said sure and followed us there! Avery went it and Emily waited outside, I quickly just was...

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“Arcade” by Esther Jeon

“It’s mine, and you can’t have it!”, said my best friend. I was shocked. What does he mean? I've liked her for years, he's only wanted her for a day! “but you’ve only liked her for like a day”, I replied. “It's actually been a whole month, and I think I deserve her more than you”, said Jeremy. I gave him a disapproving look and said, “whoever gets her first, can have her”, I said. “deal” he replied. I think I’ll have a chance but Jeremy and Emily are way closer than me. Geez, why does Jeremy have to like her?! I wish he wouldn’t have, out of...

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“bad luck” by Esther Jeon

This is a traditional story from China. I understand that Robert Fisher has spotted it independently and that it is included in one of his books. Folk tales like this are rich sources for stimuli, because they tend to have spare writing and repetition, both elements that are helpful in fixing a story in the imagination. Warm up Some sort of game of chance such as having two matching sets of cards. Each child has a card, you get someone to pick a card from the matching set, and the child with that card wins a (very) small gift. Then do Philos...

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“FIREWORKS” by Esther Jeon

It's New Years' eve morning, I’m lying on my bed as my alarm goes off. Annoyed I snooze it and continue sleeping, I eventually wake up and go downstairs to make some cereal. I chose some frosted flakes! I quickly brought it upstairs and ate while picking my outfit for when I'm hanging out with my “friend”! We started texting in early December and now we're decently close sorta maybe like him, I don't know.     Scrooge is a rich person who is greedy. He's in the book/movie “Christmas Carol”. He doesn’t want to donate money...

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“CHRISTMAS TOGETHER” by Esther Jeon

Its Christmas eve, so I went downstairs to the kitchen to eat breakfast. I made some scrambled eggs and bacon. I flushed it down with some orange juice. My little siblings came down to Evelyn and Ethan. They're both in 2nd grade they argue all the time. I made them some eggs with bacon which is their favorite dish of mine. They endlessly fight each other about the stupidest things. Which they end up forgetting about after arguing right away. I left them to argue and just went back upstairs to my room. My mom gives me workbooks to do which ma...

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“aussie” by Esther Jeon

I'm not sure whether to be excited or sad about leaving everyone I've known for the past 14 years. In case you're confused let me tell you why we're going. My name is Robin and I'm 14 years old. My mom just got divorced so we are moving to Melbourne, Australia for a fresh start. My mom is looking for a new relationship and is enjoying her time. However, I only agreed to this since I got bullied back in town.  Now back to the present. We are leaving tomorrow so I am meeting with my friends for the last time. Soon it was the day we left. ...

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“BOOK” by Esther Jeon

The end of the day begins when the vacuum's roar starts up in the back rooms of Lakewood Library. It blends into the familiar sounds of the two librarians on the last shift reshelving books and swiping old cards, before locking the glass doors behind them. It blends into the sounds of a rush hour passing by and heading home to dinner or to night shifts. It signals to my brain that the day is over and there is one last thing to do before I can go home, do my homework, and eat dinner. The vacuum is old and weak; it no longer pulls as strongly ...

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“BEFORE CHRISTMAS” by Esther Jeon

The sun has begun to set and looks like a destructive dancing flame, barely below the narrow treetops. I can see it through the ivy-covered window behind the newspaper section, as I move backward through the study tables. I usually ask Carmen to wipe those down. She will sigh and slide off the loveseat, go and find a rag and Thieves’ Spray, and lightly touch the tables with both. But she brushes crumbs and paper scraps off and makes the tables smell good and that’s what matters. I took her to Gold Rush Cafe a week ago for breakfast on Sunday...

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“rainy days” by Esther Jeon

I am overcome by despair. It is darkness. Our bishop at Immaculate Concepción talks about the dark night of the soul when there is no spiritual life except despair. I stand, bent over from the weight of two years doing my part-time job, taking care of my little sister, study for my SATS in front of the great library window. Throughout the years I compare myself to the writers around me when the hum of the vacuum begins to bore into my brain. I can never aspire to be like them. Madison sits on the bright red loveseat in the children’s section...

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“My Sister” by Esther Jeon

The end of the day begins when the vacuum's roar starts up in the back rooms of Lakewood Library. It blends into the familiar sounds of the two librarians on the last shift reshelving books and swiping old cards, before locking the glass doors behind them. It blends into the sounds of a rush hour passing by and heading home to dinner or to night shifts. It signals to my brain that the day is over and there is one last thing to do before I can go home, do my homework, and eat dinner. The vacuum is old and weak; it no longer pulls as strongly...

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“Twist” by Esther Jeon

The air hung heavy with the foggy dew of a February morning.  Through the single-pane window, dampened though it was, could be heard the regimented tramp of a platoon of British Lancers. The melodic jingle of them was harmonized by the footfall of their heavy boots. They passed by, unseen in the fog.  The well-worn sound of sirens echoed down the street as they had done from early morning but neither of us paid heed. Nothing new for a Belfast morning.  I sat rigid at the table, uncomfortable in the starched school shirt that w...

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“Death” by Esther Jeon

Bonjour from the city of love! I don't have much space on this postcard, so I'll keep things brief. I'm heading to the all-you-can-eat crêpe buffet soon anyway. My new lover, Jacques, doesn't mind a woman with a few extra curves. More cushion for the pushin', you know? Oh, you should see him. Jacques is quite the looker, a total zaddy. Like George Clooney without the drug problem. I'm talking high cheekbones and a strong jawline. An accent that can turn cheddar into gouda. Washboard abs you could do two and a half loads of laundry on. I'm pr...

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