November’s almost over and I haven’t written a thing. I feel a bit guiltier than usual, since November’s NaNoWriMo, which is the perfect reason for me to write. But I definitely haven’t written anything close to 50,000 words. In fact, the only thing I wrote was another story about my grandmother – I’ve been writing… Read More [Short Story] Babies Don’t Drink Coffee
Jian was a time traveller of a different sort. — Jian: Age 5 It was Popo’s sixtieth birthday. Everyone was sitting around the big oak table, slurping their helping of longevity noodles. Jian even had her own serving, in her favourite plastic flower bowl. She grabbed the fork with one fist and a spoon in… Read More Time Traveller (Short Story)
“You broke her? How could you break the new model so soon?” Everyone peered at the newest worker. She was sitting at a terminal, methodically transferring names from the list that was faxed over into the system. There had to be over a hundred names in there. West went to take a look. The robot… Read More Robot (Short Story)
One was made from fire, one was made from ice. That is how our stories start. Our parents were old and childless, they wanted kids, yada yada yada. Long story short, it was a cold winter, dad went out to make a snow baby, mom stayed home near the fire and lo and behold, my… Read More Fire and Ice (Short Story)
I’m not the type of person that falls asleep quickly. Sometimes, words come into my brain, and I have to write them down. I didn’t know where this micro-fiction/vignette should go, so I figured that for now, its home is here. Reflection Today I went into the mirror.My reflection tried to stop me, but I… Read More Micro Fiction – Reflection