Folklore retold: Mid-autumn festival

Once upon a time, there were ten suns in the sky. The suns took their turns and nourished the earth with their warm, life-giving light. But one day, all ten suns rose at once and scorched the earth in a devastating drought none had seen before. Many on earth perished that day, and many more… Continue reading Folklore retold: Mid-autumn festival

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Short story: Sprinkler, Bicycle, Nose

Two predators were chasing after one prey. The first was sitting on top of a suburban train running at top speed, with a loaded pistol in his grip. Somewhere among the skyscrapers within three kilometers radius from the first predator, the second predator–a long-range sniper–was also lying in ambush. Their prey, an unidentified mercenary, had… Continue reading Short story: Sprinkler, Bicycle, Nose

Short story: Mademoiselle

A young Asian girl weaved through the crowd of European giants down the long staircase in a metro station near the terminal's exit. Sections of the metro tunnel were turned into colorful murals. Round the corners, at junctions splitting the path to different platforms, a street musician was playing a jazzy tune. It was the time… Continue reading Short story: Mademoiselle

Short story: Christmas special

When Hana was in first grade, Santa gave her crayons and a sketchbook. He left the red present box with a silver ribbon at her feet on Christmas Eve, and he ate the cookies mom left by the night lamp.It was a happier time then. Dad still had grandpa’s mahogany desk where he would spend… Continue reading Short story: Christmas special

Short story: Valentine special

The boy took long strides through a narrow passageway behind the university's building. He climbed a heap of unused tables onto the roof of a storage sack. From there, he made a dash and leaped over the fence. He landed on all four, rolled on the ground a few times before slamming his back against… Continue reading Short story: Valentine special

Kleine Geschichte: Das Land ohne Wege

„Der Krieg dauerte so lange, dass er nicht mehr hoffen konnte, das Vaterland wiede zusehen.“ Es war 1943, der kälteste Winter in den letzten vier Jahren. Herr Müller und seine Kollegen--Herr Fischer, Herr Abrecht und Herr Schneider—schliefen bei einer Feuer auf der Wiese in Frankreich. Gestern kamen sie aus der Schweiz nach Lyon. Der Weg… Continue reading Kleine Geschichte: Das Land ohne Wege

Short story: Halloween special

They ventured into the crypt: five militias, two knights, two priests, and one dog; torches in hands, provisions on backs, and a primal fright at heart. Leading the pack, the younger of the knights, Sir Rathamul brandished a sword and a spiked lantern shield. The oil lantern, a part of his shield’s gauntlet, emanated a… Continue reading Short story: Halloween special

Short story: “Death”, “Hat”, “Gene”

Sasaki knew nothing would change if she begged for help. She had been there. Weak kids had weak parents who would blame their own child to appease the other kid’s parents. Her parents were weak but she was not. Thus, when Sasaki broke the glass with her satchel and waved a glass fragment at the bullies,… Continue reading Short story: “Death”, “Hat”, “Gene”

Short story: “Lawyer”, “A.I.”, “Wikipedia”

Percy was about to throw the papers in the bin when he got a follow-up call from the seventy-two-year-old plutocrat who owned these papers. He was warned not to take the proposal lightly, whereupon he explained the difficulty to not take these papers lightly. Following a long, two-hour dialogue, the man convinced the mayor to… Continue reading Short story: “Lawyer”, “A.I.”, “Wikipedia”

Short story: “Rain”, “Bottle”, “Bookstore”

A mother and her young son sought refuge from a sudden rain in the bookstore I worked in. They were not the only ones pulled from the busy torrent of city life by the weather. Half a dozen others were standing at the porch, a few drenched to the sole of their feet; all looking… Continue reading Short story: “Rain”, “Bottle”, “Bookstore”