Jerry Liang
Achievements (1)
Stories (9/0)
- Runner-Up in Snow Micro Challenge
Gentle SnowRunner-Up in Snow Micro Challenge
Mr. Sakanoue’s eyes fluttered open on the first crow of the rooster. It is all too tempting to stay exactly where he lay on the tatami so as to preserve precisely the warmth that guarded his wintry sleep. His mind protested, getting up is a difficult thing to learn. Fortunately, Mr. Sakanoue inherited a great aptitude for learning in all subjects including getting up. His rhythmic, steamy breaths cleaved through the air. He turned onto his side and his sleeping beauty, Mrs. Sakanoue, had scarcely stirred from her wondrous dreams. “Never disturb anyone's happiness. Besides, I always appreciated her night’s work more…” He caught himself smiling. “It’s too early in the day to think about night.”
By Jerry Liang2 months ago in Fiction
Otherworlds
The rain hammered down on Annabelle but she didn’t mind. She hated her every waking moment. Her life was akin to a left foot being shoved into a right shoe, a shoe filled with alarming amount of fine gravel. But she did find a sanctuary in her desolation: a single gnarled old birch next to a puddle of a lake. There she lost herself in fictions and fantasies to drown her sorrows. And it was this rainy day, her fantasies finally reached out from beyond the watery depth and whisked her away. Her troubles never found her again.
By Jerry Liang11 months ago in Fiction
The Conductor
I awoke to the rhythmic jolting of a train. Perhaps awaking is not the right verb. To be awake, one need to have slept but no one slept on this train. Proverbially, I came to myself in the middle of this foreign but familiar coach. All I could see was rows upon rows of seats and of course their associated souls. The coach is full but silent, not too different from a church awaiting the beginning of a sermon. In fact, if it weren’t for the long line of windows on either side showing the same grey and bland landscape speeding by, I would well have said I awoke to the ceremonial monotony of a church. But of course, that would imply a number of sins which I would do well to avoid given my current circumstances.
By Jerry Liang2 years ago in Fiction