My first experience with translation was watching Doraemon while my grandmother translated what the characters were saying from Cantonese to English. While I can't remember if I was listening to her or...

The night pressed in, thick and suffocating like the forgotten air of an abandoned crypt. My breath grew shallow as darkness swallowed everything beyond the sliver of moonlight leaking through the curtains....

Clang. Clang. Clang. The village bell’s toll mercilessly wrenched me out of my lucid sleep and into the dark glow of my room. I winced, clutching my head as icicles of pain clawed their way into my...

Day 15: I woke up this morning, and we went to the big white building again. Daddy took me this time and told me it was called a hospital. I had to sit in the lumpy chair again, and I was given bigger...

“Why do women have to be tied -Hic- up in strings and streamers of wedding -Hic- rings and vows?”   Lamented the sagging monolith, unfortunately named Marshall Orville. His dour state was...

Author’s note: This is specifically written in an evolving juvenile manner to reflect how younger cancer patients have no idea they are dying, let alone sick, yet are going through all of this pain and...

The city of Dionysia groaned with misery. Its maze of cobblestone streets and alleyways was perpetually cloaked in a dreary haze. The city exuded a mournful symphony of decay, occasionally punctuated by...

16th of May, 1958 7:00 pm Salt air burns my throat as I slowly wade through the fields of overgrown blades, untrodden for so long. Despite their rippling in the breeze, they still appear frozen,...

Fog slithered through the trees like ghostly tentacles, clutching at my coat. My boots sank into the spongy earth, leaving muffled squelches with every step. The damp air clung to my skin, slightly rotten...

This is the first of a series. Each short story is inspired by a music album. The following is inspired by ‘Modern Life is Rubbish’ by Blur.     Summer rain could freeze your toes....

How can you be a man? Yes; how can I be a man, when I sent him to his grave. *** The night grew suddenly still. All night owls, tree branches creaking, critters rustling in the leaves, ceased....

I had a dream that all my teeth fell out.   I hadn’t just awoken from it, being that I could never sleep on trains, nor did I dream it last night. It’s some odd thing that made its way to...