I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t writing. Since I was a child, whenever they gave us a story prompt, I would write down whatever came to mind. I remember sitting and simply writing and writing, until my hand cramped and still, I had…

Las paredes frías se extienden hacia la oscuridad infinita. El húmedo hedor a podredumbre impregna el aire que respiro, haciéndolo espeso, insoportable, llenando mi boca de un sabor agrio con cada inspiración. El eco quedo de mis pisadas descalzas sobre el duro piso de concreto…

This entry is part 1 of 1 in the series EnkoSomewhere, in a place similar to the vastness of space, but not quite in its same dimension, Enko exists. The void he lives in is darkness, it is translucent, it is bright. It’s everything and…

This entry is part 1 of 1 in the series SvalentiaMany centuries ago, humans led a technologically advanced life on earth. They were neither peaceful nor warred every day, and it was not self destruction, nor even an over-population problem that led them to begin…

Inspired by my previous ficlet, Stolen Goods, I decided to elaborate on the story since the amount of Ficly characters was hardly enough for what I wished to convey.  

This entry is part 1 of 1 in the series Untitled (Shen Da's Story)  Chapter 1   They had come for him one morning, when he was doing his second year as surgeon in the Renji Hospital in Shanghai and was already showing he could…