Short Stories
I remember you, Neko
I dropped off the groceries, searching for her shadow. Not in the living room. Not in the study. I didn’t see her hiding behind the workbench in the garage either....
I remember you, Neko
I dropped off the groceries, searching for her shadow. Not in the living room. Not in the study. I didn’t see her hiding behind the workbench in the garage either....
Scent of tea tree oil
A moment that both halted and raced through my restless mind. A moment of flashing lights… flames flickering… and then time stood still, freezing the images to imprint upon the...
Scent of tea tree oil
A moment that both halted and raced through my restless mind. A moment of flashing lights… flames flickering… and then time stood still, freezing the images to imprint upon the...
Dear Kana
I was rummaging through my suitcase when it fell out—the crimson envelope. Faded ink. A sticker in place of postage. I immediately recognized the handwriting. Miniature and exquisite, it spelled...
Dear Kana
I was rummaging through my suitcase when it fell out—the crimson envelope. Faded ink. A sticker in place of postage. I immediately recognized the handwriting. Miniature and exquisite, it spelled...
In another world, I saw a glimpse of you
He kept running, each stride just beyond my reach. "Come on," he laughed. I chased after him. "Slow down," I said, trying to catch my breath. Bam. The force of...
In another world, I saw a glimpse of you
He kept running, each stride just beyond my reach. "Come on," he laughed. I chased after him. "Slow down," I said, trying to catch my breath. Bam. The force of...
I like you
I caught the last train. It was the end of my journey in this small town—a single summer spent away from the city. Little things happened, and big things happened,...
I like you
I caught the last train. It was the end of my journey in this small town—a single summer spent away from the city. Little things happened, and big things happened,...
Butterflies
There was a bedtime story my mom used to tell me. After the war and a long night of heavy rain, grass and flowers blossomed from the barren land. The...
Butterflies
There was a bedtime story my mom used to tell me. After the war and a long night of heavy rain, grass and flowers blossomed from the barren land. The...