Jenifer Nim
Bio
I’ve got a head full of stories and a hard drive full of photos; I thought it was time to start putting them somewhere.
I haven’t written anything for many, many years. Please be kind! 🙏
Stories (56/0)
A Day With No Money in NYC
“Your card was rejected,” the waiter said brusquely, handing it back to her. Suzy’s brow furrowed in confusion. It was working fine yesterday when she’d booked her room at the youth hostel. She glanced at her newfound friend (her hostel roommate) who smiled unconvincingly, clearly wondering if she was going to get stuck with the whole bill, and checked her phone.
By Jenifer Nim3 years ago in Fiction
Flat-Hunting and Bullfighting
Sarah stared at the street sign despairingly. Carrer de Palomar. It didn’t help. She glanced at her watch feeling panicked. 4:15. She was already a quarter of an hour late. She hurried down the street, and then a few more, hoping against hope that she’d somehow find the one she was looking for. At half past she gave up. She’d missed the appointment. The woman on the phone had said people would be visiting all day and 4 – 4:30 had been the only viewing slot left. At least, that’s what Sarah thought she’d said.
By Jenifer Nim3 years ago in Fiction
A Night At The Pantheon
Smiling skulls danced and twirled around her. Drums banged and fireworks exploded overhead. Children in costumes littered the pavement, some pretending to stab each other, some pretending to be dead. Adults in their colourfully embroidered finery painted their faces and adorned their heads with flower garlands. Rainbow paper streamers fluttered in the night breeze, and skeletons and skulls grinned down from every building, every corner. And everywhere were the glorious orange marigolds, a carpet of bright petals leading the way from the zócalo to the cemeteries.
By Jenifer Nim3 years ago in Fiction
An Unexpected Guest
Annie timidly pushed open the old barn door and peered in. As her eyes became accustomed to the gloom, she could make out a dusty tractor sitting in one corner, a stack of disused tools in another, and piles upon piles of hay sitting in the old stalls where horses used to live. At the very end was a ladder leading to an open attic that looked out over the rest of the barn.
By Jenifer Nim3 years ago in Fiction
"Have you eaten rice?"
No, they’re not actually asking if you have eaten rice, although that is the literal translation. In fact, “밥 먹었어요?” (Bap meogeoseoyo?) is a common way of asking, “How are you?” And you should answer “네 먹었어요.” (Nae meogeoseoyo – “Yes, I have eaten.”) Even though you’re not actually talking about eating at all. Confused?
By Jenifer Nim3 years ago in Feast
Life On Mars
A371 rubbed her eyes as the overhead lights began their sunrise simulation. She always woke up right at the start of the daybreak sequence. She didn’t mind. It meant she was first in the showers. She climbed down the ladder from her fourth-story bunkbed and padded quietly across the large dormitory, past the many rows of bunkbeds where other women were beginning to stir and stretch. She stepped under the water and enjoyed the early morning peace. As she continued out the other side and into the changing room, she saw the queue beginning to form at the entrance to the showers.
By Jenifer Nim3 years ago in Fiction
When Hitler Stole Pink Rabbit
I still remember the day I got the dark circles around my eyes. I don’t remember how it came into my possession, but I had a torch. When my dad said it was time to finish the chapter and turn the light off, I did as he said. Then, listening carefully until I was sure he was at the bottom of the stairs, I picked up my book, pulled the torch out from under my pillow and carried on reading.
By Jenifer Nim3 years ago in Humans
South Korea Airport Arrival and Quarantine Guide
I have finally arrived in South Korea after waiting 6 months for the visa suspension on UK applicants to be lifted. As I have 14 days of quarantine to endure, I decided to write this guide to what will happen upon arrival in South Korea for anyone who is curious to know what it will be like.
By Jenifer Nim3 years ago in Wander
The Hollywood Con Queen
In summer 2015, aspiring screenwriter Greg Mandarano received the email he’d been dreaming of. He had been sending query emails to every production company he could find online, and Jing Huilang, a film executive from The China Film Group, had replied to say she was interested in his script. Thrilled, Mandarano eagerly provided everything she asked for: responses to essay questions, a synopsis, a copy of the full script, a 40-page mood board and a pitch. Within just a few weeks, Greg and his writing partner Dave were on their way to Indonesia to meet with producers.
By Jenifer Nim3 years ago in Criminal
- Second Place in Threading the Needle Challenge
Crafting: Women's EmpowermentSecond Place in Threading the Needle Challenge
I’m sitting in a bright and buzzy classroom with around 20 other women. People chat excitedly, leaning over to see what their neighbours are working on. Music plays in the background; some people are singing along, others humming their own tune. The occasional squeal pops out as someone finishes their piece, delighted with their own handiwork. We swap colours, we sort beads, we pass scissors, we snip threads, we admire each other’s work. The room is filled with colour and creativity and fun and love.
By Jenifer Nim3 years ago in Viva
- Top Story - June 2021
The Virtual ConservationistTop Story - June 2021
I am woken by the sun throwing its first rays of the day over my face as it begins its slow journey from the horizon to the heavens. Dawn is breaking and the African bush is calling me. I stretch and yawn and throw off the covers. I feel like I’m the only human for miles around. There is no sound except the birds singing their morning chorus and the insects joining in on percussion. I gently sit up, and then creep softly to the shower, trying to preserve the morning calm.
By Jenifer Nim3 years ago in Earth