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East asian Short Stories – Page 24 of 28

Under the Azure Sky

Submitted to Contest #78

Evandar had been enjoying her tea when the palace guards rudely interrupted. They walked into the room in their uniform manner, then got down on one knee with their heads bowed. Her maid, Milla, came rushing in behind them.“Your Highness,” Milla and the guards said at the same time.Evandar kept sipping at her tea. “Yes, what is it?” she asked, trying not to let her annoyance show. She didn’t have the energy to deal with this. She had gotten up, put on her best clothing and jewellery, did her make-up all nice with the pure intention of stayin...

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Mr Zhang's Dragon

Submitted to Contest #78

Mr Zhang’s Dragon I won’t bore you with the fine details of how the dragon came into this world because truth be told, I don’t understand how it happened. Something about splicing and genetic reorganisation, ostriches and pterodactyl DNA. What I did understand though, was that the boon to my company (BeiTech) would be incredible. Having found cures or preventions for many of the world’s most common conditions and illnesses, management and the highest-ups had turned their eye to the fanciful and the fantastic. And what could be more fantast...

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Me and my hobbies

Submitted to Contest #78

This prompt is relatable to me because I am the one with so many hobbies but I cannot stick to them. This is my story on how I started with my hobbies. When I was in Elementary, I used to collect stamps from the letter my father sent when he was still working in Saudi Arabia. He worked there for ten years until he got a stroke and returned home in the Philippines. He always send letter to my mother and I received birthday card for my birthday every year. I used to collect stamps from his letter and barter it to my classmates whose parents ...

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Up There In The Snow

Submitted to Contest #77

Satoru fought against the wind and heaved the door shut. Outside, the snow covered everything under it, hiding away every secret beneath every inch of white. The wind howled on, rattling the windows in the dark. And even inside, he could still sense its terrifying strength as it lashed across his cabin in the hills into the unknown. His body felt like it was burning. So much so it hurt like hell in every literal sense of the word. It seemed to eat away at his skin, slicing him, bit by bit, into sashimi. He groaned, grunting out in the dark ...

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The Moon and Her Brother

Submitted to Contest #77

The smell of pork and dumplings fill my nostrils and make me audibly groan in hunger. The rice is steaming in the corner of the small kitchen covered in beige walls and family photos. Even after 19 years I am still just as eager to allow the rich scent of traditional China to surround and comfort me. I have to remember this solace every evening when the rush starts. Working in a restaurant in Hong Kong is not for the weak. My parents own it and one day it will be mine, so I am hard at work now to ensure I can carry on the trade. On top of...

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Battle To The Border

Submitted to Contest #76

*Authors Note: This story is based on true events. Its factual retelling can be found on my website, thewanderinghippy.com, under its release title Privy To Pakistan. At the time, most of the conversation was in Hindi and recounted to/translated for me later. Some of the dialogue here has been embellished or added to meet this week's prompt requirements and some artistic licence has been taken.“We shouldn't be out here,” Vineet mumbled.“Why not?” I asked.“Because he’s a coward,” Sandeep chuckled.“No, I’m not a coward. We don’t have permits.”...

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Turnaround (the sequel)

Submitted to Contest #76

Peace?Huh? There was only one person in this whole wide world who called me by that name.Alexander?Yeah. It is me, Alexander..not the great, though. You have ccome back. Welcome home, my Peace!Don't get your hopes too high. I just came to get the rest of my things. A taxi is waiting at the gate for me. I am in great hurry.All your things?All my things. Don't worry, I am not carting away what you had given me.Peace, Peace...Stop calling me that. Name's Paz!Peace, Paz, whatever, It doesn't make any difference. I still like to call you Peace......

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Write about someone who has finally managed to succeed at a long-standing New Year’s resolution. Holiday

Submitted to Contest #75

Hi, world! My name is Suresh and I’m from Visakhapatnam and I would like to take you through my new year resolutions which was fulfilled in the year 2019. I had a plan from my School days that I should visit the "Pink City of India" which is in Jaipur in the state of Rajasthan.  The trip could not be materialized in the school days as my father had official commitments. I completed my schooling in 2007 and my father was transferred to Visakhapatnam on promotion from Hyderabad. Even during my college days, it could not materialize ...

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Welcome to the world of psychotic overthinker.

Submitted to Contest #75

"Okay" he said and jumped. Falling into the wind, falling off the building, falling to death. For some people scars are beautiful, for some they are the mark of bravery. For some, scars are bad memories, laced with pain and all that unfortunate things. But for me, scars is Me. Welcome to the world of psychotic overthinker. I have been watching the movie again and again, in the end of which the boy, his last words being "okay" dive off the building towards the ground. His body flailed through the wind. His clothes trying to grasp anything...

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Soyoung

Submitted to Contest #73

They'd been at it for days. Usually, TALON members got along. Soyoung knows this because before they were die-hard romantic lunkheads, she'd toured with them multiple times. They liked to tease her and call her Noona, though she's barely days older than their leader. The members in question, Daehyun and Noyoung, were not arguing over a girl. They were arguing about what to get their girlfriends for Christmas. Soyoung has met both young ladies and had initially been wary of them. Maggie-and-Dae had been a Thing, briefly, before Magg...

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Whatever It Was

Submitted to Contest #72

“Let’s get married.” “What?” “Marry me,” he shrugged. Barbara could only furrow her brow at him. On an early December evening, the amihan wind caressed their faces. Kit’s feet were dangling at the edge of her dim lit engawa while she sat by his side, hugging her bent knees. Between them were two mugs of half-finished coffee—decaf—getting cold as they stared aimlessly at her then empty front yard. Her Japanese tea houses inspired forever home had just been finished about two weeks prior. Kit, an old college friend, was just vi...

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Last one

Submitted to Contest #72

       First day after summer holidays, every student came over to Seisho academy. Sakura are blooming and fallen petals all over the road. Some students ride bike and some walk alone and also chatting and walking together with group this is the beautiful scenery she ever wanted to see. She was back to school for her child first day as transfer student. She was watching over the students who were happily together and so fresh for a long time. The time past so fast and her memory went back in time. Her first ...

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Unexpected role

Submitted to Contest #72

Taeyeon had just finished redecorating the Christmas tree with Jungguk. They were now sitting on the couch. "Who's gonna go buy more candy canes?" Taeyeon asked. "How about we don't? I'd rather eat the fudge that Artemis gave us. Taeyeon sighed. "Whatever." Jungguk and Taeyeon had only eaten a few pieces of fudge when Taeyeon's phone rang. He looked at the caller ID. It was Korean. (Translations are italicized) "Yeoboseyo?" Taeyeon said. "Hello?"  "Annyeonghaseyo, gimtaeyeon-ibnikka?" The voice on the other side asked. "He...

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A Thread of Destiny

Submitted to Contest #72

I can see the doctor's finger hazily who is opening a bandage on my eyes. Ply by ply, slow but sure, I can see anymore. It is indeed still imperfect - everything seems blurred - but at least I can see the light now. I can see the dr. Arga's baby bluish room - An opthalmologist who took my case as well as my mom's senior in college - my mom's worried expression, and dr. Arga who is now flashing his finger-sized torch into my eyes."So how is it? Is there any problem?" Asks mom."It is developing well. The reflex is nice, but take it slow, as it...

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Re: The Type He Likes

Submitted to Contest #72

“Your crush on Kyungho is too far gone for me to save you,” Junwen said dismissively, as he did with everything. He didn’t even bother looking up from his book. Yangshui was sitting on the couch next to him, having barely just breached the subject of liking Kyungho Lee. It wasn’t the answer he’d been expecting from his best friend, but maybe Yangshui should just stop being stupid, honestly; of course, Junwen would’ve become more aware of his crush before him, the one having a crush. “Do I even want to know when you figured out I had a crus...

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