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Lucia Yu

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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One Cup of Tea

Lucia Yu

Submitted to Contest #128

I pour the water into the pot. It splashes, its halos of crystals soaring and breaking in the same moment. I grab a mug from the cabinet, feel my hands around the cold ceramic.The doorbell rings.I get up, peer through the curtains.A man rubs his hands together nervously, his dark, slick hair glistening in the sun. His skin is the color of coffee. He looks familiar.The doorbell rings again.I wrench open the door, and his face instantly transforms to sympathetic and somber. If I hadn't seen him moments before, I would have never doubted the si...

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When Houses Become Homes, and Vice Versa

Lucia Yu

Like all creatures, the House was once a child.It came to be on a clear winter afternoon, when the wind blew up flakes of snow into unsuspecting mittens. A stout man, rather round in the middle and tomato red in the cheeks, wheezed loudly as he trudged behind his wife. "Happy birthday, Catherine." he panted breathlessly. "I hope you like it. "As if by a charm, a sharp breeze brushed by the woman's pointed cheeks. She kept silent, but her thin lips curled in to a smile.The House used to be filled with light.In the morning, as the sun rose sle...

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Goodnight

Lucia Yu

Today, I will keep a lily in my bag. I will receive a special errand today. It is not that I particularly enjoy my profession, but it is one that must be done and will be done.The skies will be white today, and I will have kissed many. Of course, there will be more to carry, but for that moment, I will sit and drink in the colors of the sky. Later, I will get ready. I will put on a lovely white dress, because it will set off my violet eyes. I will even go as far as to poise a lily in my hair, and it will complement my attire ...

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One-Way Rides

Lucia Yu

Submitted to Contest #85

It is raining. The droplets pitter patter clamorously against the cold street outside, and wet footprints crisscross the metro floor. The crisscrossing pattern reminds Laura of tulle.Not the fragile filmy tulle on cheap princess dresses but soft strands of delicate silk. The kind she finds on her sleeves at the coffee shop. She only has that one elegant dress in her sparse wardrobe, but Laura believes in first impressions.When Louie comes in, she notices the crumpled yellow rose in his fist and she waves shyly with her yellow rose. He i...

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Nursery

Lucia Yu

The first time she saw Stella, it was in the nursery. A drafty wind blew in from the chinks on the floor. The Treehouse trembled a little bit, a gentle rasp against the ruthless whooshing of the wind. Aunt Emmy winced. Her own pale skin seemed to tremble, flimsy as a piece of paper. Outside, the maples were dying. Maybe, somewhere far away from where Aunty Emmy ever had lived, maples were beautiful in the fall. Maybe they would even turn red.Aunty Emmy’s maples were always brown, but they were especially brown in the...

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The Diary of a New England Girl

Lucia Yu

Submitted to Contest #80

October 17, 1773 Thanksgiving was just wonderfully glorious. Autumn is like a painting of red and gold strokes, and when rare festivity dances in the brisk air, there is an almost palpable joy. Isn’t autumn so wonderful? The cozy smokiness of the hearth mingled with the rich smells of herbs and cured meats and aged cheese, and it was most marvelous to sit at that merry banquet. We had fresh-baked pies and apple cider, and a most delicious stuffed fowl. Grandmother’s precious bilberry-scented candles were brought out and lit. They smell...

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