Nan Qu

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Mar, 2024

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“A Weather Story” by Nan Qu

Submitted to Contest #288

It was the last workday before the week-long national holiday for Lunar New Year. The office was half empty but just as loud. Coworkers exchanged Happy New Years. Those conducted in a partner’s office were the loudest. Almost a decade working in the same accounting firm Lin still couldn’t comfortably wish her bosses well. It never ceased to sound toady to her. She imagined how fast their smiles faded once she was out of their offices, and their heads shook, amused. She doubted they could see her beyond the deliveries she owed them. And now h...

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“Build A Husband” by Nan Qu

Submitted to Contest #260

After reels became completely flavorless, Jessica ran out of things to do. Her thumb window wiped her phone, back and forth and back. Youtube. Instagram. Reddit. Google News. She chewed through them all. What else. Then she saw it. The app she downloaded a while ago but never felt like it to try. Edam. Her thumb loomed over and cast a shadow. She hesitated. Three seconds later, she tapped on the icon, a purple apple, undevoured. A message showed demanding an update. Jessica was glad about the reason not to proceed. Yet before she c...

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“Folding for Leon” by Nan Qu

Submitted to Contest #255

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. Eight. Nine. And ten. Sarah laid out the origami stars on the cream-colored table top in one line, equal distance apart. The paper strips were galaxy-themed. Leon’s favorite. The stars, the size of Sarah’s thumbnail, glistened in different shades of blue, from dawn to dusk. Sarah scooped them up and placed them in a mason jar with a hinged glass lid. She picked out the jar because she liked how unobstructed it was. There was no metal lid. No embossing on the body. It was completely see-thr...

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“The Resurrection of JD” by Nan Qu

Submitted to Contest #246

It has been almost three years since his mom passed away. Two and a half since the miscarriage. And two since the separation. If the miscarried baby were a girl, it would be three generations of women leaving him. He chuckled at the realization. Half a year ago, the same thought would have sent him into a spiral of despair. It had been an improvement—an achievement even—to rise from the pit, a place in pitch darkness where his cry for help couldn’t escape and only traveled inward and rattled more damage. Now he was back. John ...

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