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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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The Spring Power

Submitted to Contest #86

I smile when I look around me. The place is filled with bright flowers and children running around. They are enjoying themselves, as they should. They just finished their exams. I look over at my 5-year-old cousin, who’s trying to play with 12-year-olds. She’s copying everything they are doing, which makes me giggle. The place is decorated with lanterns. It feels good to be back in China. It’s a new year, finally. I’ve been waiting for this terrible year to get over. “Jenny!” Someone calls as I turn around. “Jennifer Wang, where have you bee...

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Blindfold of flowers (and thorns)

Submitted to Contest #86

It's been about a month. We've been married for a month and ..... she still hates me. She's amazing. She's intelligent, talented, gorgeous, and perfect! But ..... she hates me. She absolutely hates me. We've known each other for at least four or five months now and she still doesn't even want to talk to me. We even sleep in the same bed but she won't even acknowledge my presence. She agreed to come with me to the annual Spring Festival that the city I was raised in has every year. It's huge, and it's the perfect time to tell her how I f...

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ENCHANTED PARK

Submitted to Contest #86

It was time of the Spring Festival. The park named Flowerland had flowers in abundance. The beauty of the flowers and their smell captivated people. Before it was opened to the public the Fairy Godmother announced “I’m making this Flowerland into an Enchanted one where people who come alive can repent.” The first to answer came up and said “I’m Lady Constance Chatterley. All must’ve heard of me.” The second who came said “I’m Mellors who was the game keeper in the Chatterley estate. I was told I had also to repent.” Connie said “The flowers...

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5 years

Submitted to Contest #86

 levtashion   “Katie, come to the office you are getting signed out.” That was the last thing I heard before my life had changed forever! I waited in the car while my mom was screaming on the phone about a lake house in some kinda woods, I think. It was winter and 10 degrees so I hoped we weren't going there. Finally, my mom got in the car and she didn't say anything. I asked her where we were going and she said” don't worry about it”. At this point I was a little bit scared, like is my mom a criminal or something. A...

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Murder

Submitted to Contest #86

Murder  He was hunched over in a corner of the house not knowing what to do. "Sometimes a murder may happen tomorrow by slapping my cheek today. He will be killed and he will be the killer." Shravan said subjectively. He must find some way. He thought for a while and told his wife. 'I have found a solution. You can stop crying and the children will come after the game. She will be upset if she sees you crying.'  With that, he stepped out of the collapsed building. He walked forward through the middle of the ground, wh...

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Snow Flower and the Secret Fan

Submitted to Contest #86

Love is one of many themes in Snow Flower and the Secret Fan. ... Lily and Snow Flower became friends very quickly. ... She could not up straight or function properly knowing Snow Flower may no longer lover her. ... Also, when Snow Flower was dying, the sworn sisters told Lily that Snow Flower had never loved them, ... And once again, Lily was there for Snow Flower.A tale partly about life, partly about revolution and about hope is something kind a general and shallowly standard story to think of it in first. But as the story figuratively mo...

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Daichi’s city

Submitted to Contest #85

That's the thing about this city, cool things can happen. Daichi Sakamoto was walking with his friend Kaito Ishikawa and Daichi’s dog, Miku. a brown and white Borzoi. It was raining slightly so the ground was wet. Daichi and his companion were walking on the nature trail as they normally go but something new happened. Miku started chasing something. She pulled Daichi behind her while Kaito followed. Daichi dug his heels into the ground. Kaito was trying to get in front of Miku and grab her but slipped in the mud. Hee was trampled over by bot...

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This City

Submitted to Contest #85

           That’s the thing about this city –it’s charming, it’s exciting. The streets are filled with people, people from all sorts of cultures and backgrounds, with a multitude of opinions and desires. In Singapore, they find unique expression in being who they are. In the centre of the city, people get to be who they want to be, anything possible. I was once part of this scene, but four years ago I left Singapore to pursue a different life. Since I left, many things happened— some too much...

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Can't have Nothin in Ho Chi Minh

Submitted to Contest #85

Jack just loved waking up to the smell of an overheating machine gun in the morning. He did a ninja getup and totally wasn’t assisted by any cables or pulleys that you totally can’t see. He was already in his commando outfit and smoking a big ol cigar to keep the runtime down.  “Hey Jack, we’re out of toilet paper,” Copernicus shouted from the bathroom with the door somewhat cracked. “Can you get me some?” “Sure thing,” Jack said as he picked up another roll of shredded Chinese flags and handed it to Copernicus through the door. Upon le...

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City Living

Submitted to Contest #85

March 14th, 2020. That was the date that he had written down. He had repeated that date over 100,000 times. It was the date that marked the beginning of the end. 2021 was that year the whole insanity of it all was too much for Michael Seong. He thought 2016 was the roughest year in the 21st century, but 2020? It was a great contender for the bullshit that occurred in his life. At least, all of the life that occurred in his room. When the pandemic had occurred, his first instinct was to haul ass and not get the Coronavirus within the perimete...

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Childish Matters.

Submitted to Contest #84

  TW: bullying, slurs Two years had passed since the extinction of the virus. Yet here I was. In the principal’s office. Captive so as to narrate the events of the previous Sunday night.  “You Chinese f-ck,”. All windows were sealed shut, yet a wind of bewilderment managed to blow me straight in the face. All the remarks I had heard till now; all the “go back to China”s’ in the bathroom stalls and all the hostile leers I would constantly receive in cafes and supermarkets; they had never succeeded at  bringing about my inc...

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With Her

Submitted to Contest #84

springThe year starts in February. Their year, to be exact.Because it’s Spring Festival, the day when they make food together and pop firecrackers together and tell old myths that spin long into the night. Because she spends the day with her children and feels their smiles light her up brighter than the sun.Because today isn’t just another day, but a celebration of it. Because the world keeps spinning, and time moves on, and she was born to love this deeply. To walk hand in hand with life, her life, these lives beside her. Forever. Always.su...

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Bedtime Story.

Submitted to Contest #84

It was the year 2050. The floor creaked as the grandmother made her way over to the room down the hall, a small but bright light illuminating her path. Her back ached, but she had motivation to keep going. You see, it had been several years since she had been nurturing her grandson, and every night they ended with a plate of cookies, some milk, and most importantly, a bedtime story.  These bedtime stories were usually about the grandmother’s past, as it reminded her what she was living for everyday. Of course, while sweet and innocent l...

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Bird flying

Submitted to Contest #84

There’s no sound on earth quite like a bird flying into a sliding glass door. Unlike the white noise of mass extinctions and vanishing rainforests, the singular thud of delicate avian bones against shatter-resistant Duraplex glass is impossible to ignore. It's the sound of the natural and man-made worlds colliding, like the off-key fervor of a bronze temple gong struck by a fresh-faced initiate. Burt Frumbder was savoring the second sip of his first cup of coffee when this one-of-a-kind sound made him jump, spilling this same cup of coffee. ...

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1941

Submitted to Contest #83

It will be December 7th when you hear the news. You’ll have been at the beach with your friends all day; it will be a Sunday, and on weekends, your mother allows you to do close to whatever you want. It will be almost dinnertime, and, realizing this, you’ll scramble out of the water and pull on your clothes without drying yourself, shouting a hurried goodbye to the handful of boys floating in the water, only their heads visible, mostly shining blonde crowns of hair with one ginger and one brunette. You’ll make your way along the narrow San F...

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