On Violence Against Us

Keywords Story — I was bored one day and decided to ask my Instagram followers some random keywords to use in a short story. I also ran polls for how much darkness or brightness they wanted as well as genre. Here is the word bank: Nipple Acetabulum Turquoise Bellini Belly Dance Loa Loa Milk Oli London Potato Radish Rutabaga Sternocleidomastoid Galapagos Plasma…

Writing Something Random: Spy Thriller Part I — If you hold it too long, you’ll start breathing the vapors. I’m blunt when I speak, but she knew I didn’t think that way. She knew I thought differently, slowly; that I didn’t have enough time to say the words I wanted to say. So. I spoke bluntly. Short and…

The American Still Believes — It was only a matter of time before another recession. Back in 2018, I agreed with Ray Dalio and Michael Burry that the bull market was going on for too long. It’d only make the crash more painful. China and the CIA aside, there was no way for any…

My Loyalty — My grandfather died pathetically. In the final years of his life, he was slow and confused with dementia and often headed out into the woods. He died there, alone. In a foreign country, someone, perhaps a jogger, found his body. A minor laceration to the head but no indication of…

Chapter 1 — To make one person smile. 29-year-old Richard Kim calmed his breathing as he raised his eyes to his gray-haired boss. A year after graduating from Harvard Law, he gained a federal clerkship with a supreme court justice, before receiving a half-a-million dollar bonus to work for the most prestigious law…

Kishotenketsu for the Plot-Driven Story — This is largely for me because I am currently not writing as much as I used to. Just in case I forget how to write a novel, I’m going to refer back to…

Child of History — I’m not going to lie. Everytime I hear somebody sing Taeyang’s “Eyes, Nose, Lips,” I imagine myself shirtless with a gold chain, just like the dude in the photo. I don’t know. I feel like I could make bunch of people laugh if I did something like that. Too bad…

The Strange Space of Empathy — From the window — sky’s palette, a flame frozen. Clouds colored by the sun, then shaded by its absence. The knife moves towards the scar on her leg. She gasps. The blade turns into butterflies, fluttering wings that bathe in the evening light. A soft knock on the window…