Yihong Chen

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Nov, 2020

Stories (4)

4 Stories

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“A Final Curtain Call” by Yihong Chen

The Han army has conquered our land; Surrounded with the singing of Chu; My lord’s spirits are low; Why then should I live? -- Song of Consort Yu I look down from the stage. A familiar sight of smiles, tears, looks of fascination and enjoyment. An audience which, through their cheers and applause, expressed the same satisfaction and approval of my performance that I had been fortunate enough to receive many times before. Perhaps I ought to be grateful, just as I have been all those times before, for the enjo...

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“Mom’s Dumplings” by Yihong Chen

Submitted to Contest #100

I love dumplings. I have had many dumplings in my life. Different shapes, sizes, fillings, skins, dipping sauces… The good old pork and napa cabbage dumplings with vinegar. The fashionable Shanghai soup dumplings that taste so good they don’t need dipping sauces. The fancy Cantonese “har gow” shrimp dumplings that go well with tea. The unique but delicious vegetable dumplings I had at a Buddhist temple once. Once, I even got a chef to make me a custom giant dumpling that looked like the one fro...

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“Wishing You Well” by Yihong Chen

Submitted to Contest #83

I remember one day suddenly waking up from endless darkness, not knowing anything about the world. I didn’t know who or what I am, I didn’t know how or why I came to be, and I didn’t know what purpose I had in this strange world. All I could do was stay where I was, and observe everyday as strange creatures passed by. As time passed I started to learn. I learned that the strange creatures who pass by me are called “humans.” I learned that the place I was in was a “village.” But most importantly, I learned that I, acco...

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“The Inner-Monologue of a Retired Assassin” by Yihong Chen

Submitted to Contest #68

Trigger warning: suicide It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the place looked exactly the same. The same tables and chairs. The same ink paintings. The same wooden statue of Buddha sitting next to the same old TV. I almost feel like I can smell the same perfume in the air, and see the same her in the same dress sitting on the same small couch, smoking the same cigarette and smiling at the same me. And I’d be standing right there in the same spot, in the same black suit, gi...

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