None of the walls in my homes recognize me. Not my touch, not my voice, not even the air of the presence I left behind.
Love Within The Walls
Short Stories
Sky
The year is 1941. Most landscapes in pre-independence Malaya are expansive. The paddy fields seem just as infinite as the seas that reach to the …
Remembering Living
“The thing about Alzheimer’s is that it’s sort of like all these little, small deaths along the way before they physically die.” -Lucinda Williams
The Forgotten Fairytale
Blank. It’s completely empty, washed anew like a white slate of stone. I wonder if stones are even white. I wish I could remember more. …
A Conversation With My Younger Self
I don’t know what time it is, but it’s late at night. The both of us are perched on the rooftop, sharing a cigarette. I …
A Medley For The Moon and Stars
It was the last school recital night of the year; students, teachers and parents filed into the dark auditorium, eager to watch the show. Unbeknownst …
Golden Calf
They knew of nothing but the pain that came.
Short Story: Muse
The pale skinny boy in the photo looked foreign; dark curls, hard brown eyes, features etched into what seemed to be a permanent frown. Max …
A Hundred Dollar Bill
When you die, you are reincarnated as the item you value the most. It was an utterly ridiculous concept, one which Peter Anderson had scoffed …
Hush
Moonlight seeps in through the gaps between the clouds, a welcome luminosity against the sky, dark and dreary as per usual. A chilling breeze grazes past Maria’s cheek, and she digs her nails into her palms to stop herself from shuddering, leaving little, crescent-shaped indents in them.