Jesse Leung
Bio
A tech savvy philosopher interested in ethics, morals and purpose.
Stories (43/0)
An Aboriginal Majority
Prime Minister Abouesse rubbed the temples of his forehead in frustration as he listened to the racket being played outside his office in the Parliament building. They were at it again, protesters demanding justice and an end to discrimination against White minorities. Looking out his window, he could make out signs saying things like ‘White Lives Matter’ and ‘Whites are Canadian Too.’
By Jesse Leung2 years ago in Fiction
Unlawful and Disorder
Driving slightly above the speed limit between the buildings of downtown Vancouver, corporal Pickering of the RCMP was on his daily patrols, looking for any trouble needing attending to. He was glad he was assigned to the downtown area, as the vibrant life of the urban city hummed and buzzed with activity, with never a dull moment. For the most part, things were just as usual, with most crimes happening later in the night under the cover of darkness. It had always puzzled him how such affluence and poverty could be located so close in proximity to one another, with expensive high rises on one side next to derelict masonry buildings on the other. Perhaps the permission to let poverty exist there reminded the rich of how much better off they were than the needy.
By Jesse Leung2 years ago in Criminal
Sweet Lullaby
Enjoying a stroll around the neighbourhood, Bill grooved with the music blaring in his earphones, but happened to glance at one of the many decks in the suburban borough. Another young couple was having a heated debate with one another, not even caring about the fact that their conversation was being eavesdropped by literally everyone nearby. Bill took out his guitar, as he did many-a-time and started playing a song in a slow soothing manner. Pretty soon, the couple was no longer arguing and were only quietly conversing. After nearly a minute, they embraced one another with all the anger and frustration evaporated into thin air. Finishing his song, Bill’s eyebrows furled and he snarled at the sky as all that anger that was plaguing the couple descended upon him. Walking speedily past the busy city streets, someone accidentally bumped into him, resulting in an outburst of anger. “What’s wrong with you man? Watch where your headed idiot!”
By Jesse Leung2 years ago in Fiction
Stories of Disaster
“Make sure that every fish gets enough feed. You’ll need to disperse the pellets a bit more to not concentrate them all in one spot. Here let me show you.” Grabbing the satchel of fish food, the foreman sowed it as if it were seeds in a field, and the worker watched intently as the fish gobbled up their meal.
By Jesse Leung3 years ago in Earth
Slowly Burning to Death
Walking with his dog, a young boy urged his canine to finish his business quickly to avoid the downpour that was about to drench the town. It was the middle of autumn and the seasonal rains were just starting to bombard the town with system after system of storms. Entering back into their small bungalow both boy and dog shook off the water clinging to their clothes and fur.
By Jesse Leung3 years ago in Fiction
Weaponizing Water
“Dad, are we there yet? Are we there ye—” “Mom, Johnny’s being annoying again, tell him to stop!” Sneering at his elder sister, the boy looked outside his tinted windows to catch glimpses of trees and shadows as they whipped past their car, leaving them far, far behind.
By Jesse Leung3 years ago in Horror
Where I Call Home
When I spent nearly a week homeless on the streets of Surrey, British Columbia, I experienced first-hand the concept of not having a home of my own. For most of my life, home was where I was sheltered and protected; a shield to the outside, dangerous world. But at the age of twenty-nine, I left my childhood home and set out on my own, unsure of what to expect from being outside my bubble. For the first time, my home was no longer the house I lived in, but it became something flexible, carried around here and there like a turtle carrying its shell. I cleaned my clothes at a laundry mat, showered in a recreation centre and stayed at fast food restaurants that opened all night. Home became a patchwork of locations where I spent my day, as well as my vehicle where I slept. Not lasting even a week, I was admitted to hospital, which was essentially yet another temporary home for me. But what I really learned is that my definition of home could change, for better or for worse, and it is that understanding that motivates me to seek the best home I can.
By Jesse Leung3 years ago in Families
Pear Shaped Body
Running around on the seawall, dodging inconsiderate cyclists rushing past her and overly relaxed families strolling along the path, Evelyn pushed her body to the absolute limit, until finally taking a break by a large arbutus tree offering her a bit of shade. Gulping down huge mouthfuls of air, she checked her phone that was strapped to her arm and surveyed the statistics the device cleverly figured out for her.
By Jesse Leung3 years ago in Humans
The Trans-Atlantic Snow Mobile
Luke pulled his scarf tighter around his mouth, hiding from the bitterly cold wind that sought to blast his face and seep away his warmth, telling him to go back from whence he came. Gripping his snowmobile with a death-like vice, he looked back to check on his precious cargo of fresh produce, grown in one of the pitiful few areas that remained arable in the whole earth.
By Jesse Leung3 years ago in Futurism