Fumi Ersan

“A Modest Guide to Cooking” by Fumi Ersan

Submitted to Contest #270

I’m sure all of you are aware of the recent food shortages occurring across the planet. It can be hard to find something to eat nowadays given the rise in prices, and surging population, especially in regards to protein. Those of us who want to stay in proper shape need an abundant source of protein in their diet, and with how things are going, it might not be possible to sustain a normal body shape.  After all, you wouldn’t want to be seen walking around like a slobbering mess out in public. What I want to tell you is that there is act...

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“Star Mashed Lovers” by Fumi Ersan

Submitted to Contest #264

It was a meeting destined by the stars. ”Oh our son’s Star Sign is Taurus, I heard that your daughter’s star sign is Capricorn. Don’t you think they would make the absolute perfect couple?” A mother said. ”You’re right! Let’s get the marriage papers out right now!” Another mother said. ”Splendid, how about we go golfing over the weekend to celebrate our children’s marriage?” A father said. ”Ho ho, indeed, what a wonderful idea.” Another father said, And just like that, the bond of marriage was formed between the two of them. Without ever kno...

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“A Realization” by Fumi Ersan

Don’t say it. “Thank you…”  My fist clench tightly as trepidation filled my body. Anything but those words. “…it’s just what I wanted!”  Those words melt my brain once again as I stare blankly at him. My mouth continues to respond with empty courtesies towards him as a no longer present mind has already lost itself, an endlessly repeating phrase rings audibly from the depths. “Ah. I failed.” It should have been around summer when I started to take notice of Fitts. After all, he was wearing rather light clothes for the time, and...

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“Waiting for Death’s Arrival” by Fumi Ersan

Submitted to Contest #49

Seated at the counter, the bespectacled man sat in his seat while gazing at the entrance to the room. Staring at the clock on the wall, he lets out a sigh while tapping onto the wooden countertop; this situation was rather routine for him as this sort of situation had been occurring for what felt like an eternity. Well, it was probably more accurate to say that it was ever since their first meeting that this sort of situation became the norm; that wasn’t to say that he enjoyed waiting for her at all. Those sort of thoughts ended up passing t...

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“Nera” by Fumi Ersan

Submitted to Contest #48

“Alneratia, I want you to promise me one thing.” The black haired girl looked upwards towards her mother, nodding to confirm that she was listening. Her mother smiled at her child’s obedience, “you’re a good child aren't you?” “Is that the promise?” To this response, the mother softly smiled, leaving the girl in confusion for a few moments trying to wrap her head around why her mother was laughing at her. Did she do something funny?  “No, that’s not it. I want you to promise me, that no matter how painful things end up being, you’ll wea...

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“The Roles We Are Given” by Fumi Ersan

Submitted to Contest #48

Within a large construct seated as the stronghold of the greatest villainess organization of all time, there existed a large chamber that lay at the very depths of said stronghold. The walls consisting of dark grey stone contained many cracks as if they had experienced many years of wear and tear, despite the room having only been made in mere days. Within that large room, the only two discrepancies from the monotonous grey stone was a throne made from the same stone as the rest of the room, and a single tree that sits at the middle of the r...

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“Rider of Styx” by Fumi Ersan

Submitted to Contest #48

“There are only a couple certainties in life; the fact that taxes are listed as one of the certainties is certainly amusing. Somehow, the notion that something created by humanity, becoming such an integral part of their lives that they cannot imagine a world without such a thing; who wouldn’t laugh at such a thought? Wouldn’t you agree?” The black robed girl, sitting across a wooden beam, muttered those thoughts aloud as she gazed down at the figure below her: a bespectacled figure surrounded by stacks of paper was seen working at a desk as...

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“Our Time Together” by Fumi Ersan

Submitted to Contest #48

Staring into the mirror, the girl looked into her reflection, her eyes held a rather distant feel, as if the girl in the mirror was someone else. Hesitating for just a moment, she continues to adjust her bangs, before inspecting all aspects of her outfit: a red yukata, custom fit just for this day. She reaches out towards a pair of glasses, but pauses her hand before deciding not to take them along with her. Making sure she has everything else accounted for: a watch, her wallet, and a small hand mirror. She opens the mirror up to check one l...

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“My Shining Star” by Fumi Ersan

Submitted to Contest #46

I should get around to talking about my brother Calus. For such a large influence on my life, it’s odd that I haven’t spoken about him sooner; we’ll, if he knew I was writing about him right now, he'd probably curl up in a ball of embarrassment. Hopefully he never finds this story; for the both of our sakes, he should never be allowed to know any of this. That’s why this is the first and last story I will write as Daeda; a story I’ll never tell, all about my shining star.  As I was typing away on my laptop, I heard a crash from up...

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“Childish War” by Fumi Ersan

Submitted to Contest #44

Lately I’ve been having this recurring dream, it’s happened so often I can even call it a memory if I wanted to; I suppose I will. The feeling of the metal table against my back sent shivers down my spine, both due to the cold and the fact that I was strapped down to it. I could hear various screaming in the room, as well as sounds of struggling. Turning my head to the side, I see a boy whose face I don’t know, but somehow...I can’t really explain it. I hear footsteps enter the room, and when I turn to see the figure, the dream ends.“Ma...

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“Wanderer’s Musings” by Fumi Ersan

Submitted to Contest #44

“I think I’m a psychopath.”My voice echoed out into a lonely room, the sound of my own words resounding back into my ear. I look towards the side to see the reaction of my companion, to which she just looks blankly back at my face and replies.“What brought about this conclusion?”“I mean, think about it.” It all makes sense if you’ve really thought about it.“I have thought about it, and figured out that it’s easier for the both of us for you to explain it.” She places down a book she was reading onto the side; well, she wasn’t actually readin...

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“A Foundation of Glass” by Fumi Ersan

Submitted to Contest #42

"Why are you here?" Sitting at the edge of the room, various tables strewn about sat a girl of teenage years. Her body frail, yet her eyes gave off such a fierce aura towards the man that stood directly across from her at this point. Seeing the kneeling figure of the girl, his eyes relax. “I’ve found you.” His voice conveys a hint of relief, but the glare of the girl doesn’t seem to reciprocate the emotions he holds out for her. She clenches her fist tightly as her eye twitches at his comment. What do you mean ‘I found you’ as if there was a...

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