Prince Vang

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2022

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“The Two of Us” by Prince Vang

Submitted to Contest #158

“It’s not fair.” He turned his head to look at me, but I didn’t do the same. His hands were clasped in his lap and he hesitated before he placed one of his hands on top of mine. He was as cold as the stone tile we sat on at the top of his apartment building. I shivered from the cold breeze that was leftover from the thunderstorm this morning, but I rejected his jacket when he held it out to me. The chill settled into my bones and I could feel my heart pounding in my throat. “Why didn’t you tell me?” I finally turned to look at him. My brown ...

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“Am I Dreaming?” by Prince Vang

Submitted to Contest #157

Am I dreaming? I’m sitting up in my bed with my constellation-themed blanket wrapped tightly around my body. The sunlight streams in through the cracks of the window blinds, and expose the messiness of my room. There is a small stack of library books, that I need to return, in the corner of my room, right next to a pile of clothes that won’t fit in my overflowing laundry basket. The content of my backpack lays strewn across my desk and last night’s spaghetti is still on the floor next to me. What draws my attention is my large wall mirror r...

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“A Night at the Playground” by Prince Vang

Submitted to Contest #155

“Maybe we shouldn’t do this,” I whisper, “I don’t think this will be safe.” My friend, Wade, rolls his eyes and keeps on dragging me along towards the rusty gates of the abandoned park. “Maybe you should stop being such a pussy and live a little,” he replies as we reach the entrance. The gates slowly swing open, as if inviting us inside. I give Wade a pointed look, but he ignores me as he enters the playground. I scurry right behind him and grab onto his sleeve. “Why did you want to come to this haunted playground anyways?” I ask while ...

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Author bio

I enjoy writing a lot. It's one of the few good things in my life. I like to think that I am just here to create stories for others to read, even if no one wants to read them. They are for you, just as much as they are for me.