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Photogenic

Photogenic: A short story that I don't have time to write, but couldn't help starting because it has been gnawing at my brain for several days. Rodney clawed fingers through his straggly beard. It grew unevenly in fit…
Peripheral

The first time I saw my reflection move, I was five. I was washing my hands for a disproportionately long amount of time, in the way that all kindergartners did, when suddenly the girl in the mirror pounded the faucet b…
The Demon-sitter

The toddler's body, rosy cheeked and waddling, held my hand in a vice-grip as he suckled on three of his fingers. He stopped abruptly and I was yanked to the ground, my pinky twisted within his chubby fist as I landed on…
Rampant Brush 4

Tap tap tap. It was the sound of nails on lacquer: a familiar aural memory from the days of my mother and the rhythms she planned out before composing her erhu songs. The wind stirred the chimes hanging somewhere nearby.…
Rampant Brush 3

She was much younger than I expected. Nothing about her seemed to fit when I saw her through my human eyes during the day. It wasn’t until just now; scenting her traces on the characters, breathing in her f…
Rampant Brush 2

By the end of the night, father had spent most of his energy and collapsed into his own room without even a backward glance. I was exhausted myself, yet relieved to have escaped a possible reprimanding lectur…
Rampant Brush

Father thought it was a suitable punishment to place me under house arrest. He thought barring me from the kite flying and general merryment of the morning festival would make me think harder about defying him the next t…
Pause and Reflect

Today is super rainy- something I rarely see in Texas, but isn't much of a surprise in Austin. Also, we get an extra hour this weekend! Yay daylight savings! =D That makes me think of the WB Cartoon Freakazoid and how in…
Yellow Butterflies part 2

I sat back on my heels, a little bit amused by her apparent complacency. Ranier felt his way in and slumped against the wall. I wasn't sure who to help up first. Mom just stared up through the skylight, seeming a lit…
Yellow Butterflies

My mother's favorite color was - is yellow. She wore yellow clothes, woke up to a yellow painted room, cooked yellow foods and basked in yellow lights. Her very soul was the color yellow. That's how I knew the first ti…