Stephanie Xu

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jan, 2021

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“Astray” by Stephanie Xu

Submitted to Contest #83

All I could remember was how warm the air was. That first touch of my fingertips against the surface of the water and I felt shaken by the warmth that embraced all my body. I remember inching my fingers slowly as I was hugged by the air. As I moved up from the depths of the cold ocean home, the heat twisted itself around my body like vines, and water droplets ornamented its leaves until there was no more. I was not used to this new feeling. My first time ever being out of the water, and all I could feel was this overwhelming heat that...

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“She's not coming back.” by Stephanie Xu

Submitted to Contest #77

The wind howls as if it ran out of words to say. It’s been too calm, too polite, so now the only way it’s getting its point across is if it physically screams into my ear. There’s a certain type of silence that echoes everywhere else. Even when the wind is screaming right at me, my body zones in only to the silence. It’s empty. The cabin is empty and it has been for four hours now, I think. She’s not coming back. There are three places my eyes flit across to. A) The phone. It’s an old rotary dial telep...

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“Shades of green” by Stephanie Xu

Submitted to Contest #76

There’s a little pot of flowers on the windowsill behind the sink that I stare at every time I get yelled at. She’s got a grey clay pot. Not charcoal-colored, and not exactly ashy either. I’d say she looks kind of like steel, other than the fact that she’s matte, of course. She looks the same as the pots and pans in the kitchen, or the microwave and dishwasher. Everything in here is kind of the same, which is helpful because whenever I get yelled at my eyes just dance around to all the grey objects I can find. I have a game where I try to co...

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“Everything good” by Stephanie Xu

Submitted to Contest #76

The sky was red. Nothing good ever comes out on days when the sky is red. Kyle ran his fingers down the railing of the stairs as he flew down to the basement. Too many steps to take and not enough time to take those steps. Scrambling past all the people in the subway station, he zoomed his way into the train with seconds to spare. The chiming of doors closing rang in his ears. He had time. Of course he had time. The truth was that he didn’t, but he needed his self muttering to convince himself that he did. The train took its time, sto...

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