Creative Nonfiction

22 and Never Fried an Egg
Since the start of the coronavirus, my mum has been cooking two meals a day, every day. We wake up at around 11 or 12, have brunch, then at 7...
Tempo
There is always an attraction about ancient cities like Athens, Rome, Alexandria and Jerusalem, just to name a few that are on my bucket list. Yet, it is hard to...
Part of Infinity, Half of Forever
When I was 6 or 7, I had to finish a homework on writing about family pictures. It was the first time I realized the weight of a photo. I...
“To Be or Not To Be”
My father is setting down his bowl of rice and chopsticks on the table, shaking his head. “Ah lui, why don’t you want to go to law school? You have...
Foreign City Lit Up
Sleep is supposed to call when you have time to spare. For me, it comes climbing through my window instead, never mind that I live on the sixteenth floor or...
Not My Yellow Wallpaper
From the time when I reached ten, maybe thirteen, the walls of our apartment only grew thicker, or maybe they caved in on themselves, I don’t know. I learned how...