Dreamer of fantasy worlds. Lover of glutinous desserts.
Out of Time
The only sounds left in the room were the drip of the IV and the quiet beep of the electrocardiogram machine. An occasional nurse would pad by to peer through the window of the ICU, make a few marks on her clipboard and pad away again. A single clock decorated the pale, rose-colored wall, its hands ticking away the time until nine o’clock, when visiting hours would be over, and the quiet murmur of voices outside would also die down.
Waking the Dragon River
The slain soldiers were strewn on the frozen pond like gutted fish, their wounds fresh, their bodies warm. Crimson rivulets snaked their way across the ice, and with the occasional hiss, seeped through areas where the ice had been churned to slush.
A Fluke of Fortune
Clemens She’s back today. She beckons to me from the water. Slender arms speckled with sea salt, glistening in the golden glow of sunset. Her emerald eyes shine brighter than the stars, glimmering like the ocean around her. Her hair is the color of precious coral, setting the water around her ablaze.
The Keeper of Dragons
At the turn of Thalan's twelfth birthday, his father said he was finally old enough to learn how to clip a dragon's wings.
Afternoon at the Chikara Estate
A young woman, mid-twenties perhaps, sits by herself under the shade of a blooming magnolia tree. She leans back slowly, then abruptly springs forward as her yolk-yellow blouse catches on the trunk. She peers with concern at her sleeve, where several threads are now hanging loose, and emits a small sigh at her blunder.
To Light a Lantern
Midway through the Emperor’s 40th birthday banquet, a timid eunuch will enter Qilin Pavilion to announce the arrival of the Empress. Music and dancing will pause, and concubines will sigh, but instead of the Empress’s elaborate phoenix hairpiece and decadent yellow robe, another eunuch will appear, bearing an unassuming box wrapped in brown parchment paper. The eunuch will declare the box to be a special present from the Empress.
Death at the Glitz-Merlton
Sunday, 1:00 PM On a foggy Sunday afternoon, golfers at the quiet oceanside resort of the Glitz-Merlton were startled by a singular screech coming from the hotel’s diamond suite. From their vantage point at the tenth tee, had they looked, they would have seen a broken window high on the third floor. But as it was, no one cared so deeply as to spare more than a glance in the direction of the sound and to exchange a couple of snide remarks about the quality of this “luxury hotel.” The more pressing thing on their minds was finishing their round before the coastal fog rolled farther in.
The Three Little Pigs: A Twisted Tail
Hey what’s up, Big P here. Oh yeah, that’s me – the eldest of the legendary three little pigs. And dare I say, the most dashing and porkilicious? Yeah yeah, I know what you’re going to say. “You mean the laziest of them all?”