Manor of Mistakes

There are four of us: formless, nameless, lifeless. They call us One, Two, Three and Four – we call us One, Two, Three and Four. We are nothing; we are everything. We are restless. We are stuck. We are dead.

Like Father, Like Children

They All Drown

On her eleventh birthday, her father had given her a matchbox. And on her 25th birthday, she set it all ablaze: her past, the institution she was placed in, and that twisted, dark hope in her soul.

The Magic Matchbox

Every time I look into the mirror, I want to cry.

Reflections Through a Looking Glass

She writes them letters, watching them disappear along with the murder of crows that take off every day at dawn.

Dear Jani

The zombies of Kwan Yin Temple were getting more and more restless by the hour.

Flight of the Undead

None of my friends believed me when I told them that I never want to get married. Maybe I should have clarified that I never want to get married to a man.

Oh, wait. I can’t tell them that.

I live in a country where queerness is criminalized.

You Lin

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