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Steven Nguyen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Feb, 2021

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Sympathies For The Little Devil

Submitted to Contest #88

No one really knew what would be a good and quite seemingly random number to remember, except the old Devil, and that number was seventy million and forty one. As the Creators of the Underworld created the finality visions of all the realms - the big picture, if you would - the Devil contemplated all things precision, so he worked for Hell Office. He was in the detail after all; no other creatures but him put that out there. Millenia passed and he’d still got it. Filing tons of paperwork in no time flat. All marketing schemes, the plans, the...

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Just A Normal Day In A Neighborly Neighborhood

Submitted to Contest #87

Maya hates pranks. And she often and says it within her heart and chest, as open as she could, to as many people as she would care to mention. It’s not that he doesn’t enjoy a good laugh now and then; especially when a good and harmless joke is done right, to other people at least - it is a hoot, she thinks, but still, such a thing leaves a bad taste in her soul, and she doesn’t care for it, or doesn’t want to care for it. So when it comes to pranks, there’s something inherently childish and deadly brutal to them that she finds hard to swall...

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A Hopeless Elegy For A Place Of False Grace

Submitted to Contest #85

That’s the thing about this city-A place to stop and seeAll glories of men and GodsResiding watchfully upon the mountain hill.There were simple accolades last night,Of the right whispering of sights,Music, smells, merry-making and more, The touches of sensory delight, divine. That’s the thing about this city;On the streets, crowds I see,Engaging, embracing talks of glorious fireworks,In the spirit of pure festivities.Spectacles that one deigns not miss,For a time upon them promisesA night of warm bright lights,Piercing through the ...

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In My Library - A Ghost’s Diary (Limited Thought Edition)

Submitted to Contest #84

Note to self: I die today; that’s all I know. To put it in perspective, it’s the only thing I have ever known and will ever know. I think. Not that I’m sad about it though. I’m not even sure if I can tell sadness from any other emotions anymore, because what would be the point? I can’t be more dead than I already am. I didn’t know death would be quite boring. Unlike all the talks and discourse living people do about it. What a drag! First Entry: I remember today, just not the date though. I never could write down the date on my jo...

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The Flume And The Flute

Submitted to Contest #83

It was said that some eons ago, there existed a union of unlikely creatures, and as far as records went, that was no real account at all; but if we were to assume that such a thing couldn’t exist, then a disservice to the realms would be far too great, in every sense but the metaphysical. The realm of the mortals and immortals harnessed their purest of its essence, and they distilled it, cared for it and then named it water, or if it was the other way around, that water was such the driving force that created the reality of the realms...

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The Exact Recount of Half a Story

Submitted to Contest #82

On the morning of a day not so particular, Z woke up with not just a glee, nor just any variety of contentment that made him doubt himself whether or not he deserved it, but an unadulterated happiness. Something that some indeterminate time ago, Z never thought was possible.In truth, Z had always been apathetic towards technology, quite strangely so, because he worked so closely with all the useful features and convenience such technological advances provided and when one chanced to ask Z, all he would say was that he made a stupid promise t...

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