Jesse Leung
Bio
A tech savvy philosopher interested in ethics, morals and purpose.
Stories (43/0)
Bullish Friend
As the rooster crowed, announcing the arrival of the morning sun, Brent was already getting dressed into his overalls and putting on his signature blue baseball cap to hide his sandy blonde hair. Rushing past the kitchen with a prompt greeting to his mother who was cooking, he ran to the barn where the cows, horses and pigs were being held in wooden stalls. Arriving at the last corner stall of the barn, Brent squatted down and smiled as the old bull turned and licked his face. Brent took out a bunch of dandelion flowers for the bull, and it quickly devoured the flowers with a voracious appetite that amused Brent.
By Jesse Leung3 years ago in Fiction
606s
Digging through his cards, tickets and old bus fares, Josh was aggravated at how he could have lost something so important. The sheet of paper that held the phone numbers of his friends from the plant nursery was missing and he had no idea where it was. In his mind’s eye, Josh could see the familiar faces of Li, Q, Val, Mike, Jackie and Drew; friends that he had grown to care about and respect. It was in 2008 when he had asked for the phone numbers of his colleagues, but over the years, the numbers were all but forgotten as Josh left the job and failed to stay in contact with them.
By Jesse Leung3 years ago in Fiction
Shark Fin Soup
Walking past the shops of one of Hong Kong’s largest fish markets, Steve was on the lookout for an expensive culinary ingredient; shark fin. He thought back to the countless wedding banquets where shark fin soup was a delicacy and a must-have for pleasing wedding guests. It is this huge demand for shark fin that drives the shark hunting industry, where the monstrous fish are caught, amputated of their fins and thrown overboard to die. But as the world economy started being more socially responsible in harvesting sea life, there were calls to stop the shark hunting industry to protect the affected species from extinction. That was when Steve saw a unique opportunity to satisfy the huge demand for shark fin, while decreasing the number of sharks killed by hunters. He decided to make an artificial shark fin substitute that would look, smell and taste just like the regular shark fin, but produced in a much more ecologically responsible way. And so, he was at the fish market, looking for a sample of real shark fin to analyze and begin to develop a suitable substitute.
By Jesse Leung3 years ago in Earth
Horror Encore
Ling carefully weaved his way around traffic on his bicycle, dodging cars, pedestrians and buses on the busy road in Hong Kong. Favouring his right leg as he got off his bike, he limped painfully up the stairs to his apartment on the third level. Once again, he had hurt himself; something that was almost becoming a daily occurrence. Unlocking the door, he put aside the groceries that he had purchased and took out some cotton swabs along with a package of bandages from his drawer. Dipping the swabs into rubbing alcohol, he winced as he cleaned the wound and gingerly dabbed it with a tissue before wrapping it up with a fabric bandage. Ever since Ling was a kid, he had been known as the injury-prone kid or the kid that always hurt himself. Over the course of a single lifetime, he had slipped off a slide on a playground, fallen multiple times from a bike, stapled his thumb, fainted at a bus stop, and tumbled down the stairs on more than one occasion. No matter how hard he tried to be careful, it seemed accidents and Ling could not leave each other alone, to the point where having an accident was becoming part of who Ling was. Finished bandaging up his leg, he began making dinner, being careful with the gas-powered stove. He had burned himself many-a-time when forgetting to use a towel to hold the hot pan handles. He also had to be extra diligent when chopping the vegetables so as not to cut his fingers with the razor-sharp knife again. All his life, Ling had been punished by his parents for accidents, whether that was breaking a plate, burning the vacuum cleaner or throwing up on the carpet. His proneness to accidents meant that he was constantly in trouble, and eventually he lost what confidence he had in his own abilities. No matter how hard he tried, he could never meet his parent’s expectations until finally, he gave up trying altogether. The disappointment of failing corroded his work ethic like rust weakening a steel sword, making it useless and in a way, purposeless. Moving away from his parent’s home did little to help boost his confidence, but at least he was free from the constant criticism and disappointed looks on their faces every time an accident occurred.
By Jesse Leung3 years ago in Horror
Confection Perfection
Taking out her purse and finding her favourite photo of Ray, she took a moment to remember why she was enrolling into culinary school in the first place. It was for Ray. It was for her son. Having raised Ray on a shoestring budget, fifteen birthdays have come and gone, but Ray had never gotten an authentic birthday cake baked by his own mother. Being a self-taught baker and cook, Maria did not just want to make some ordinary cake for her son. If she was going to make a cake for Ray, it had to be the best darn chocolate cake east of Vancouver. And so, it brought her here, at the entrance of one of the most prestigious culinary schools in the country. Having gone through the registration and paperwork online, today was the first day of classes for Maria and she eagerly walked into the state-of-the-art glass building featuring multiple levels of classrooms.
By Jesse Leung3 years ago in Families