People stop you. They say don’t do it. It is impossible. You will fail. You will die. It is a suicide mission. Nobody says go and find out for yourself. People miss the whole bloody point. Better die trying than…
The partition that runs between me and my home is this labyrinth of dreams. “You are going to be here until this moment lasts. How long is this moment? Everything is contiguous; the past, present and the future. Take a…
I was lucky I didn’t die the first time I encountered a tiger. I was not alone and watched over by my father, the finest hunter of his times. I was a hunter’s son, destined to become a hunter. During…
When I turned seventy-five, a few years back, both my children moved out of Southern California—for good, my daughter even said—, and fearing I may not have many years ahead of me—I feel it in my body these days—, I…
I heaved my shoulder bag and peered through the grills of the gate. There was nobody in sight. This not how I had expected it to be, nor was this how I had known the place. I opened the heavy…
This brief story follows an aging businessman named Kimoto during his would-be triumphant return to Tokyo. Unfortunately, his business meeting does not go according to plan and the man is confronted not only with his fragile self and long-harboured fears…
Short Story ID- 9/2015 Tikbalang was the exact opposite of his more famous cousin, the centaur. Where the centaur was mysterious, quiet, and foreboding, and looked graceful with his chiseled abs, and powerful horse’s body, Tikbalang was not. He had…
Short Story ID- 1/2015 My dear Isaka, How many mothers have been forced to leave their children, only to communicate with them through letters? I am penning these words inKuching, bythe muara of the Sarawak River. I was told, and…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology Jenna’s hair is fascinating to him, its golden curliness captivating in a way the poker straight and black kind that he has…
I I staggered from the Tulip totally spermed out. Never in my wildest imaginings did I ever expect to meet a woman like her in a place like that. Smart, savvy, college-educated, Lek was a true free spirit. Blessed with…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology I creep out of the quiet darkness of our house, where the smell of last night’s lamb chops lingers to a pre-dawn feeding and drinking frenzy that I…
Short story selected for the 2014 New Asian Writing Short Story Anthology He first saw her walking through the gates of Tumpat station as his taxi slowed down at Jalan Stesen. She carried no luggage except for her knapsack, probably…