Yolanda Wu

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jul, 2020

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“The Ladies of the Lake” by Yolanda Wu

Our bones lie at the bottom of the lake; covered with mud, worn down with age. Sometimes the current pushes the mud back, exposing our gleaming bones. Our spirits ripple with the current. We rise each morning with the breaking of the dawn, And then we sleep with the glistening of moonshine across the surface. But we do not rest. For our ghostly lungs are still filled with water...

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“Red Fire, Black Fire” by Yolanda Wu

Kier climbed up the ladder to the dust-filled loft that he and his brother used to share. He hadn’t returned to Karsen in a good few years – regrettably. He had spent his time travelling with the famed Corvina Varnseling – one of the most powerful witches in Rakatraah, and consuming every volume about magic that he could find.It was everything he had ever dreamed.But being back here, in Karsen with its old air was familiarity, was comforting.Even though the loft always smelt faintly of boiled cabbage, and the dust in ...

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“The Malicious Spirit of Hallows Eve” by Yolanda Wu

First, it was the witch with the crimson cloak. She pulled her hood back to reveal a mane of black hair; tight curls frizzed from the drizzling of rain. Eyelids lined with a thin stroke of red.Jenetta Locknae.Fashioned the name Red Spider.Then, it was the witch with the dark talons. She tapped them against the table impatiently. Her small mouth twisted and pointy like a beak. Eyes beady with the keenest of sight.Descine Trimary.Known as The Ominous One.Then, it was the witch with the golden neckla...

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“The Manor of a Dream” by Yolanda Wu

The young lord lived in the manor atop a cliff. The manor was big with winding stairwells, crouching and thorn-clad like a great, dark wolf. Trees grew around it with elongated trunks, boughs, and limbs thin as twisted wire. Witches’ fingers that reached, casting long, thick shadows on the scaly roof.The manor had been built by his father, a thin, studious man who wasn’t afraid of the creaks in the night. Or how the wind moaned when it was dark like the howls of a fair maiden. He slept soundly because of the roaring of the waves as...

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“The Third Lotus Prince” by Yolanda Wu

Trigger warning: Description of suicide, not super graphic, but just something to be warned about.By the time I stepped outside, the leaves were on fire. All around me, my temple had gone up in flames.However, we are not up to that part yet.Let us start, as all lives start – with my birth.My Mother, Lady Yin, was pregnant with me for three years and six months.The night before I was born, she had a dream. There was a Taoist, he placed something in her bosom and told her it was a child...

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“Cherry Lip Gloss and Apple Juice” by Yolanda Wu

It is a lovely autumn afternoon. The leaves have all turned into their various shades of red, orange and yellow. The sky is cloudless, the sun shining ever so bright. Warm enough to rid us of our jackets, but not hot enough to burn us.I had an absolutely amazing grilled cheese sandwich, and then Monty suggested that we should go apple picking. It is our tradition. Plus, apples are my favourite fruit, so how can I refuse? I will tell you what would have made me refuse. I mean it – pass up our yearly tradition and walk right out of t...

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“Of Fairies and Munchkin Cats” by Yolanda Wu

Trigger warning: Descriptions of depression, suicidal thoughts, mentions of self-harm.People asked him sometimes whether he got anxious around cars. Or whether he hated cats.Olive always found those question strange.He owned a car. It was small and red and dusty. His dad had gifted it to him on his eighteenth birthday. And he owned a cat. She was white and furry and bad-tempered. She was adopted into his family when he was ten.Well, the family that consisted of Olive and his mum.His dad lived in...

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“Love With Selfishness and Hate, Love With Passion and Grace - The Four Moon Cycles Part Six” by Yolanda Wu

Ophyla sobbed, her sorrow stirring the winds into a deadly hurricane. “You will not take my daughter away from me!” She stumbled, but she didn’t collapse.Denimae’s ghost shimmered beside her own solid body. She touched her airy fingers to her warm cheeks. The body that lacked a soul, and the soul that lacked the body.Yet, their unification could never be.Denimae’s ghost went to Ophyla’s side. Silver tears trickled down as she looked upon the Mother who would stop at nothing to bring her back. “Mother. Mother please. I...

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“Flying With a Winged God - The Four Moon Cycles Part Five” by Yolanda Wu

Rhyvahr braved the smoke, ducking beneath the flames. They caught on the curtains and climbed up towards the ceiling.“Father!” His heart pumped, sending fear and desperation flooding all through him. Casrian had been the one thing in Rhyvahr’s life that he always knew would be there.No matter how long he was away, how far he travelled. He knew he would come home to Casrian in the infirmary, or maybe the off chance that he had gone down to the river with Haisoka.He was always meant to be there.“Father!” Rhyvahr ...

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“Broken-Stringed Kite” by Yolanda Wu

“You have got to be kidding me!” Raz slung the rifle over her shoulder and gave the rubbish bin a kick, with a well-executed grunt for good measure.“No, he’s not kidding,” Ky said, kneeling beside Will who was collapsed against the wall.“I’m not kidding,” Will gasped. He clutched at his bloody shoulder.“The bullet’s gone right through.” Raz continued giving the rubbish bin a beating. The poor thing didn’t deserve it, but Raz’s temper was sky-high.Nothing had gone right these past few days. First they got kicked...

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“Promises of Love With a Faith So Blind - The Four Moon Cycles Part Four” by Yolanda Wu

Rhyvahr crushed the monster’s wings against his chest – they squirmed and fought, but Rhyvahr kept his hold. His own wings beat, frantic and desperate, but they couldn’t carry his and the monster’s weight.He found himself surprisingly calm at the prospect of his maybe imminent death.The monster was still for a moment, before sinking its claws into Rhyvahr’s arm. It tore at his flesh mercilessly, burying its teeth into it too. Rhyvahr grimaced, the pain shooting up to his neck. His sleeve was completely torn away, and his arm...

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“Fear the Fall With a Deathly Heart - The Four Moon Cycles Part Three” by Yolanda Wu

The market was filled with people eating moon cake. Giggling, laughing, drunk people.It wasn’t like Rhyvahr to shy away from the festivities of the month-long moon festivals. He spent most of his days alone, so he could use a good celebration or two. He doubted that his wild partying years were over, but tonight he felt… empty.He used to spend every other night at some ball or party.Now, Rhyvahr spent his nights on the balcony, gazing at the moon. Whether it was waxing crescent or waning gibbous.He kept thinkin...

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“Dawn Breaks Open With a Blood Red Sun - The Four Moon Cycles Part Two” by Yolanda Wu

Rhyvahr wandered through the Hestina Los night market, picking through the rings and accessories at several stalls. However, there was nothing that struck his fancy.He missed his jewellery and clothing back at the palace.He had been travelling around for weeks and never stayed at one place for too long. So, as much as he disliked wearing the same outfit more than once, lugging around all that clothing would be inconvenient.Rhyvahr shivered when a breeze ran past him – bone-chilling.He dropped the emerald ring h...

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“Dancing With a Winged Ghost - The Four Moon Cycles Part One” by Yolanda Wu

Rhyvahr was not going to show up to a ball without looking fabulous.Right now, the only clothing that hung from his body was a thin, silky nightgown. It was long, the end dragged along the floor when he paced around his room.Through his window, he could see the hustle and bustle of the Jaharan night market. It was lit up by fluorescent lights, filled with people in fancy, over-the-top attire.At least that was what all the Laslans would say. Them with their plain, tasteless clothes and their value for modesty. At least...

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“Lethal Shadows” by Yolanda Wu

The night had been foggy with shadows lurking in the corners; spirits among the mist. The streets lamps had all dimmed, extinguishing the only comfort for the night walkers who now had to place their trust in the moon to light the way home. It was like the poster of those vintage horror movies. A cliché ghost town. It was deep in the night when the police found the body of a young boy, sprawled along th...

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Author bio

So, it's been a long time since I've posted here - yes I'm still alive. I started posting here in the midst of the pandemic and I honestly didn't think my stories would get much recognition. Even though I'm not active on here anymore, I'm still so grateful for the community on Reedsy for giving me so much amazing feedback and mostly love to my stories! I just finished my first year of uni - I'm doing a Bachelor of Arts with a major in Creative Writing and English. Still working on my short stories and novels. Maybe one day, I'll post on here again when the inspiration strikes!

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