“Together we are as mighty as our ancestors up from the dead.”

By huiying b. chan
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Fiction

In that moment who was to say what belonged to me—Munir’s mouth, my luminous skin color, a setting sun, the shady place we were in, I could never tell anyone.

Fiction

Her grandma had once asked her how you could tell the difference between something that had disappeared and something that had escaped

Fiction

Like if we shared any of the same interests I could tell him how I recently learned that Kubrick in his younger days used to wander around New York City and play chess in parks

Fiction

She, like the others, could only slightly feel the edge of some thoughts, and some memories. It was better that way, they all agreed.

Fiction

Astrological insights from our inaugural twelve flash stories

Fiction

Everybody thinks you become someone different when you’re someplace different, but it’s not true, you come back and you turn the same again.

Fiction

The white Liang mansion was melting viscously into the white mist, leaving only the greenish gleam of the lamplight shining through square after square of the green windowpanes, like ice cubes in peppermint schnapps.

Fiction

These days I’ve grown tired of my heart, how much feeling it has required, and would much prefer to laugh.

Fiction

We could only see Love if we did not look at it directly.

Fiction

In the shelter of our happiness, his shell shone brighter and brighter until one day, it split open and crumbled into dust to reveal a baby, golden skinned and blinking up at me.

Fiction

Your mother always told you stories as she oiled your hair: of her youth, legends and fables, immigration, your father’s business ventures.

Fiction

Sudah hampir sepuluh tahun Ambe terbaring di sumbung | Ambe has been lying on top of the casket for almost ten years now

Fiction

“Scared, Starlight?” my big brother said smiling at me as we’d strapped our harnesses into place. “Don’t be.”

Fiction

It is 10:40 a.m., I stare up at the ceiling, a collection of imprints. I am trying to count how many animals I can see sheeted above my head in all four corners.

Fiction

Hot outside, cold inside. Hopeful on the outside, forlorn on the inside. Or was it the other way around?

Fiction

One day the woman wakes up and she can’t say exactly what it is that’s changed, only that she knows it all has.

Fiction

They thought me the oddity, though they were the ones depriving themselves of air. I watched them with the same curiosity that they watched me. How? And why?

Fiction

People talk about the dead sometimes having unfinished business with the living, but my case was the opposite.

Fiction

Her teeth and nails turned to grit, and she became part of the earth itself.

Fiction

Since the new government promised land reform, the have-nots in your father’s village buckled over with joy, while the landed were bewildered

Fiction

In that moment who was to say what belonged to me—Munir’s mouth, my luminous skin color, a setting sun, the shady place we were in, I could never tell anyone.

Fiction

Your mother always told you stories as she oiled your hair: of her youth, legends and fables, immigration, your father’s business ventures.

Fiction

Her grandma had once asked her how you could tell the difference between something that had disappeared and something that had escaped

Fiction

Sudah hampir sepuluh tahun Ambe terbaring di sumbung | Ambe has been lying on top of the casket for almost ten years now

Fiction

Like if we shared any of the same interests I could tell him how I recently learned that Kubrick in his younger days used to wander around New York City and play chess in parks

Fiction

“Scared, Starlight?” my big brother said smiling at me as we’d strapped our harnesses into place. “Don’t be.”

Fiction

She, like the others, could only slightly feel the edge of some thoughts, and some memories. It was better that way, they all agreed.

Fiction

It is 10:40 a.m., I stare up at the ceiling, a collection of imprints. I am trying to count how many animals I can see sheeted above my head in all four corners.

Fiction

Astrological insights from our inaugural twelve flash stories

Fiction

Hot outside, cold inside. Hopeful on the outside, forlorn on the inside. Or was it the other way around?

Fiction

Everybody thinks you become someone different when you’re someplace different, but it’s not true, you come back and you turn the same again.

Fiction

One day the woman wakes up and she can’t say exactly what it is that’s changed, only that she knows it all has.

Fiction

The white Liang mansion was melting viscously into the white mist, leaving only the greenish gleam of the lamplight shining through square after square of the green windowpanes, like ice cubes in peppermint schnapps.

Fiction

They thought me the oddity, though they were the ones depriving themselves of air. I watched them with the same curiosity that they watched me. How? And why?

Fiction

These days I’ve grown tired of my heart, how much feeling it has required, and would much prefer to laugh.

Fiction

People talk about the dead sometimes having unfinished business with the living, but my case was the opposite.

Fiction

We could only see Love if we did not look at it directly.

Fiction

Her teeth and nails turned to grit, and she became part of the earth itself.

Fiction

In the shelter of our happiness, his shell shone brighter and brighter until one day, it split open and crumbled into dust to reveal a baby, golden skinned and blinking up at me.

Fiction

Since the new government promised land reform, the have-nots in your father’s village buckled over with joy, while the landed were bewildered