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Submitted by writers on Reedsy Prompts to our weekly writing contest. What happens when two different sides of the earth are brought together in a community, a family, or even a single person? Our collection of Asian American short stories can give you some ideas.

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Grab it .. Opportunity.

Submitted to Contest #97

Don’t wait for the right opportunity, create it. People seek each opportunity for themselves that is appropriate for them. Someone studies in the faculty he or she likes to have a job for his or her life. But someone has a dream of helping others while doing the things he or she is passionate about.                 This happened to Tin as well who studied in the faculty of communication arts, majoring in advertising, and had a chance to work in a marke...

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A grateful knock.

Submitted to Contest #97

Everything was silent, no movement nothing, until there was a knock! The woman's eyebrows raised, her heartbeats increased and her eyebrows showed an evident change in their alignment. Her gaze shifted towards the door and she was left with an extreme disbelief! Her hands shivered as her fingers slowly rearranged her hair and tried to tuck it behind her ears. She rose slowly. Why has he come now? I won't leave him! I will make sure he pays for what he's done! I will make sure......her words resonated through the beautifully kept ancient wall...

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Sayonara Sensei of Sin

Submitted to Contest #97

Inspired by The Joy Luck Club – "Sayonara Sensei of Sin" – 1/15/14; Mrs. Dowling's Creative Writing I class, 10th grade.  Juxtaposed by Sampson was a doll, a ningyō, to be exact. The woman’s face, pale with the brush of a white powder, seemed to smile at him. Her fan, placed delicately in her arm — flagrant with bold reds and bright yellows — appeared imperial and majestic. Ever so slightly, the eyes blinked once, then twice, and finally she battered her eyes in succession. The doll mocked him, buffeting Sampson with its blinking! His ...

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Fiery toughness, pockets of hope, ready to conquer.

Submitted to Contest #97

Fiery toughness, pockets of hope, ready to conquerShe tasted the moonlight on her rosy lips and savored the feeling of heaven and peace. The wind combed the distant hills and howled confessions in empty, lonely plains. Silence exploded, coating walls and door and windows and dust motes. It hung in air, cloaking everything. Her long hair fell loosely around her shoulders like a wave of Black Ocean, glimmering glossy in the dark light. She sat near the intricate window that spread from one end to the other end of her massive room. The rubies a...

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Havoc mind

Submitted to Contest #97

I sat up and stared aimlessly at the empty space sadly ,the quiet house reminded me of the once filled Happy home . But just like that it all disappeared leaving me alone in the sad castle. They say "Happiness is spending everyday with the people you love".It was just like yesterday I could still hear mom's voice calling me for breakfast,Dad talking happily to his client on phone although his tone was serious but he had smile spread on his lip,Guess they were both talking about money. My brother Dieyi telling mum about his upcomi...

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Melting Ice

Submitted to Contest #96

Hanson was afflicted by a mischievous little thief. Not a normal thief—the situation might’ve almost been better if that had been the case, because then Hanson could’ve called the police and been done with it, but no: this thief didn’t break in and steal his laptop or kitchen knives or whatever thieves were supposed to steal, they took the icicles from his roof. How was Hanson supposed to call the police and, without coming across as a madman, tell them that a tiny person who regularly wore tight pants with rainbow belts was stealing his&nbs...

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Vanessa Drake Is my sister

Submitted to Contest #96

I truly believe that the greatest gift a friend can give… is their friendship. The story of how Vanessa and I crossed the line from Strangers to Friends is one that has changed both of our lives for the better. Over the past few months, I’ve asked friends to share one of their own “Stranger to Friend” stories with me so that I could post it on my site as a “Feature Friend Story”. To my surprise, on my 33rd Birthday, Vanessa sent me a story; the story of US. Below is her version… an incredible story of overcoming self doubt to accomplishing a...

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home of the brave

Submitted to Contest #96

//tw: racismThere are only three words running through my head as I shuffle toward my bathroom: hair, teeth, face.My feet are bare as I flit down the hallway, barely making contact with the dirty carpet. Recently, this house has felt stifling, faintly reminiscent of a loudly distant aunt who demands a hug and holds on for far too long. When I look up at the dingy walls, the cloudy windows, I feel my lungs squeezing. Or maybe that’s the constant knot of anxiety in my stomach, tied tightly enough that it sits there like a rock all day, every d...

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His Amber Eyes

Submitted to Contest #96

There was blood stained on his shirt. It was raining on this night in modern era Japan. This man’s hair was wet and hung a bit across his forehead. His beard and shirt glistened with rain water as he looked down at the man on the other side of the doorway. A croaked voice escaped his chapped lips.  “Can I come in?”  Nick normally doesn’t open the door to strangers who are injured and look like they could run the Yakuza all by themselves. And yet here he was, standing in the rain, leaning against his door frame, with his hand ...

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Milkha, Milkha

Submitted to Contest #96

                     There had been no one in our guest room for a while now. It was looking sterile and uninviting. I went and changed the bed linen. I looked in the washroom and toilet to make sure they are clean. Changed the towels and the toiletries and walked back to the bedroom. It looked and smelt aseptic, devoid of any character, I thought. Other tasks beckoned me, so I left the room to attend to work in the kitchen.  &nbs...

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"A New Start"

Submitted to Contest #96

Splish...splash. The rain was pouring down and it was freezing outside. The Tang family was shivering under a cave. That was the only place they could find shelter at. They had a thin blanket that wrapped around them. " M-mom," said Jade. She was 11 and the only child. " I-it's really c-cold," she said shivering her teeth chatting. She was wearing short sleeves and some pink shorts. They had just escaped Mr. Smith who treated them badly. They were also poor and had no where else to go. " I know honey," her mom said sympatheticly. " Once ...

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The train to Hudson

Submitted to Contest #95

It is a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenberg’s, and I don't know what I am doing in New York. Waiting for the train, I suppose. I always wait for trains like that, in a way most; people wait for death, not knowing when it will come. In the distance, the dazzling unfamiliar skyline and the vivid display of delicacies on hotel memos makes my stomach rumble. I love New York, even though it isn't mine. But every now and then, at the resounding aura of the metropolitan twilight I feel a haunting sense of loneliness sti...

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My Beth

Submitted to Contest #95

The rain pours down tender on the roof, the darkness embraced filling the wide inner most four corners of the room, the silence that kills the soul and the spirit of the girl lying on the dirty and messy bed with uncomfortable position, eyes were wide open looking up the ceiling, while arms spread occupying the whole space the bed. Looking to nowhere and wondering why she felt differently. At the door, there was a man standing stiff and tall. His face mocked the dark into the stunning and the brightest light behind him, walking towards her. ...

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Dare yourself!

Submitted to Contest #94

“To be very frank with you, I do not think Durga has the academic acumen necessary to continue being in my AP Chemistry class,” my teacher said.  The world was closing down on me and there was no longer a bubble of my parent’s protection around me. They were as clueless as I was. I couldn’t blame them for not knowing more about the American education system as we came from a suburban part of South India. We immigrated in 2008 and my parents enrolled me in high school to join 11th grade. I was one month into high school with 6 AP class...

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New Lil Dojo

Submitted to Contest #93

Party at 6. It was the only whisper at college today. Most of the girls ran off in the mid-noon break calling ceasefire on lectures as they were going to be late for dresser appointments. I was counting till the clock hit two. It was another kind of mission today. The batch party was organized at 6 today and Lil Dojo was going to sing tonight!   As the clock ticked 2, we flew off like free bees, walking ecstatically towards the gate and off. I had to get home with Treen and then eat, wash off, prep and be off to our app...

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