Lydia Lim

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Sep, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“21: A Prosperous Year” by Lydia Lim

Submitted to Contest #164

The club is dark, there’s neon lights flashing, burning my eyes out. I laugh, a rattling sound in my chest. There’s a rancid smell - alcohol - and I breathe it in. 23.50. The music blares overhead. Susie gestures to me, pointing to the dance floor and I see the way her black dress outlines her curvy figure but I shake my head. 23.51. I make my way to the bar, holding out my false ID card even though I already showed it to the bouncer outside. He barely even glanced at it before letting me in. I guess there rea...

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“Play With Me” by Lydia Lim

Submitted to Contest #149

“Play with me?” I ask hopefully, an expression of expectation on my face. “Play with me?” I ask hopefully, an expression of longing on my face, eyes wide. “Play with me?” I ask, an expression of resignation on my face, eyes wide and lips trembling. No. No. No. I’m busy, ask your father. I’m busy, ask your brother. Don’t disturb me, ask your mother. I sit by myself. I sit alone. I empty out the blocks onto the floor. Red rectangle. Blue circle. Green triangle. I move them around for a while. A house. A to...

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“Black and blue and yellow and green ” by Lydia Lim

Submitted to Contest #139

“Grow up.” My father says when I come home with stuffed toys. “Grow up.” My mother says when I refuse to go to school. “Grow up.” My friends say when I tell them I’m tired, tired of everything, tired of nothing. I wish I could grow up. I want to grow up to be a tall strong man who is always invited out for drinks with his friends but often has to decline with a booming laugh because his wife and three kids are at home. I want to grow up to be a man who will be applauded and cheered when he gets promoted. I want to be some...

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“No To Bed” by Lydia Lim

Submitted to Contest #138

When I was younger, I never wanted to go to bed. Clad in warm pajamas with red trucks and blue ships, I’d quiver my lips and approach my parents with the most pitiful doggy eyes I could make. My father never gave in. He’d scowl at me and grunt “Into bed mister!” But afterwards he’d go up to my room and read me a bedtime story. Noisy Little Truck, Big Little Bus…the list trickled on. I loved hearing his gruff voice soften as he acted out voices - squeaky ones, gentle ones and even scary ones. My mother never let me stay up either. S...

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Author bio

Hi! I’m an amateur writer who would like to get better. Constructive criticism & comments are welcome. :)