Yan Wong

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Apr, 2020

Stories (5)

5 Stories

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“Dead” by Yan Wong

Submitted to Contest #52

“I’m sorry for your loss, stay strong.” my uncle pinches my shoulder firmly. “Thank you.” I say, blowing into my napkin and dabbing my eyes with my sleeves. “If you ever need help, call us. We’re there by your side.” my aunt wraps her arms around me. I nod in response, remembering to let out a feeble sob before she let go. Arm in arm, they give me a wave and depart, along with dozens others that attended the funeral. Didn’t know a bastard like him could have that many friends. I crumple the napkin and dump it on the...

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“This Won't Last Long.” by Yan Wong

Submitted to Contest #49

Rain. Walter finds its sound soothing. In the late night sitting by himself in the bus stop, he closes his eyes, savouring the serene moment the rain has given him. The road lights flicker in the heavy curtain, not a car has passed. This won't last long, he thinks. A man in a raincoat burst in, pulling Walter back from his thoughts. The man looks younger than him, about 20 to 23. Panting, the man removes his dripping coat, accidentally flicking some rainwater on Walter's jacket. "Sorry," he says and sits down beside him, pulling out his ph...

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“The Toymaker's Frog” by Yan Wong

Submitted to Contest #47

"Anja, do me a favour," He peers at you through his rose tinted goggles, his grey bandholz peppered with dots of paint. Anja, that's your name. You put down a stack of dusty old books he told you to move to the rack ten minutes ago, dusting your hands as you ask in exasperation, "What?" From the second you step into this workshop he had been ordering you around like a maid, he did not even lift his head to look at you when you came. You, of course, are dissatisfied by how you are treated and regret this visit. You know you could have th...

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“Inspiration, Devastation” by Yan Wong

Submitted to Contest #46

Okay, a story.I stared at my screen. The slash blinked lazily on the first line of the white blank page. My fingers hovered over the keys, but none dared to launch a letter.I leaned against the backrest of the cotton sofa. Sinking into the cushion, I felt utterly disappointed by my own creativity. It seemed that I had overestimated it.I've read many short stories, novels, watched videos about world-building and shaping a good character, I was so motivated that I thought that maybe I would be able to create a world of my own and show it to th...

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“Red Cape” by Yan Wong

Submitted to Contest #44

He thought he was going to die."Brass? Brass? Please!" He heard a feeble desperate call coming from his right, drowning in the loud ringing in his ears. He opened his eyes, slowly, and in a sudden pain surged all over his body. He tasted a scent of blood in his mouth. Red dripped from his aching nose. He turned towards the owner of the voice."Mum?" He said weakly. The woman's eyes were red in tears. Her face was stained with blood and peppered with fresh wounds. "Thank god." She let out a sigh of relief when she heard his voice and started t...

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