Another hard worker

The animation tutor always said the right thing, “Good luck, Sue!”, “Best wishes, Andrew!”. He had a sweet demeanour, with big brown eyes that opened wide to tell people he meant them well. On late nights he’d ask to stay at work with the rostered student supervisor. He’d say he had a lot of work… Continue reading Another hard worker

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희망 양 (Hope: Part four)

PART ONE, HERE | PART TWO, HERE | PART THREE, HERE | The world shakes and leaps from moment to moment. Subways smell of garlic, but there is no trace of kimchi. The men are brooding, with thick, arched brows and chiseled jaws. The women are waifish, with round doe-eyes and bangs. The space they… Continue reading 희망 양 (Hope: Part four)

희망 양 (Hope: Part three)

PART ONE, HERE | PART TWO, HERE | The cloud is no longer a cloud. It cannot remember floating though the house watching the family. It cannot remember crawling into the mother’s womb, nor dreaming of becoming a human child. It has returned to the world as flesh and blood; the newest member of a… Continue reading 희망 양 (Hope: Part three)

Sugar crash

He was the sweetest boy, but so self-absorbed! Nevertheless Daya couldn't deny that she had loved him and had hoped he'd loved her back. Now, after all this mollycoddling, he was finally ready to let her go. She could move on. He knew Daya was a prostitute, everyone did, because she made it no secret.… Continue reading Sugar crash

Inverse escalator

When I was young I had a reoccurring dream of riding an escalator into the sky. There was an ‘upside-down’ escalator above me traveling in the opposite direction. A passenger on either escalator would feel they were looking up when they viewed another passenger looking down from the other escalator. The inverse escalator was crowded… Continue reading Inverse escalator

Happy memories

Under an old oak tree a husband slaps his wife’s ass. She turns her head over her shoulder, peering down at him from the slope they both lie on. “Did you like that?” he asks in a silly voice. She narrows her eyes, looking annoyed. He does it again. “How how about that? Did you… Continue reading Happy memories

희망 양 (Hope: Part two)

PART ONE, HERE | Fourteen days later, the woman woke feeling nauseous to find light spotting on the bedsheets. She found this suspicious as it was not that time of the month. Having been through this two times already, she was fairly certain what it meant, but knew she would just have to wait and… Continue reading 희망 양 (Hope: Part two)

희망 양 (Hope: Part one)

In a small-to-medium-sized city at the southern end of South Korea, in a small but well-appointed apartment, there lived a kind and generous woman, full of good intentions for her husband and two young children. The husband—a primary school teacher—was also very kind, and full of love towards his family. The children were especially well-behaved,… Continue reading 희망 양 (Hope: Part one)

The correct use of ‘disdain’

The son of a Dutch immigrant wrote a four stanza poem grasping with the alien perspectives of different people in his life. The final stanza read, "What’s it like to claw yourself to the top? To be the one who learned to speak their tongue just to keep up with them? To look down the… Continue reading The correct use of ‘disdain’

The writer who didn’t read enough

~ The owner of the book ~ At the park, a couple find a bench that has the best combination of shade and dryness available, and sit down to read. The husband feels a pang of apprehension as he reaches for his book, what is he about to uncover? He half hopes it is rubbish,… Continue reading The writer who didn’t read enough