I took my shirt off. Jeans, too. I wrung all the water from them into the drain in the middle of Janessa's father's bathroom. He seemed to be a nice man,—quiet, just like Janessa had told me earlier—and my kind of person. I marveled at the impression I must have made on him with my wet clothes as I gave them a final wring and hung them on a loose nail that was sticking out of the wall. I used the towel that Janessa's father had given me to dry myself, then I put the damp clothes back on. A few seconds later, I joined Janessa and her father in the living room. They were sitting on a wooden bench and talking when I entered, and for a good half a minute, they didn't even realize I was there. Read more…
“Come in,” I said. Read more…
Janessa and I had arrived in Yangchun, her hometown, by bus, at around ten in the evening. We walked the short distance from the bus terminal to the hotel. As soon as we checked in, Janessa's phone began to ring. Read more…
“What do you mean?” I asked. Read more…
Within just twelve hours of waking up from my nightmare, we had arrived at the entrance of the cave in Guilin just as the other visitors lined up and sank into its dark, shadowy mouth. We, too, with the other woman—who brought the tickets for us and whose name I didn't even know—queued in to be swallowed up and then expelled through another opening of the cave less than an hour later. Read more…
The lawnmower had gotten me and flattened me onto the ground. The razor-sharp blades cut into my flesh, and an insanely unbearable pain blocked the deafening noise out of my ears. I could hear nothing else but the bawls that I gave out when the blades turned me into a braying chunk of meat. The pain was just too overwhelming. It tested my threshold in waves like an angry sea tests the rocky shoreline. I couldn't bear it for too long. I just wanted to die—drown right there—in the waves of agony, as soon as possible. Read more…
In my dream, I had been an air paramedic. . . Read more…
Writing is something that I came to love. It gives me a route to escape, forget, and heal, all at the same time. I had come up with the story Autumn in Guilin during last year's Mid-Autumn Festival. Janessa (my current girlfriend) always wanted to travel to Guilin, so we went, and this is a story about that. Read more…
The sudden noise that came from the small room was barely audible and didn't raise any alarm. It was only a dull, wood-on-wood thud. Lian only looked up for a moment and continued her work in the kitchen. Only Yan's scream a couple of seconds later made her jump in fear. Read more…
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