Short stories
Mu Han The White Crane village was buried in the morning mist. It was mid-winter. The air was dry and unbearably frosty on Mu Han’s bare feet. It never snowed in the White Crane mountains no matter how cold it was. The first hour of Chén Shi had just begun. Faint rays of sunlight danced…
This is a story about how my father in spirit mended my heart in a dream so I could find my way to a new relationship with my child Credence as they grow and evolve into the person they want to be.
Our beloved cat, Holmes passed late last year. We miss him a lot. I made a pottery urn to hold his ashes. The urn is made in his image.
Marcus Wu leads a team of specialists into the deserts that have been abandoned by humans for centuries in search for an ally to defeat a common enemy whose ambition is to control Earth’s dwindling population and resources.
