Dear Ying
A stalker in the house. But the tender kind. Letting go is hard, but inevitable.
Flash fiction writer
I craft complete worlds in a few carefully chosen words. Each flash fiction piece is a universe compressed into a single breath—where every word carries the weight of entire stories.
My work explores the infinite possibilities that live in the spaces between words, the moments that change everything, and the power of constraint to unlock boundless creativity.
A collection of 100 flash fiction pieces, each exactly 25 words. Stories that shimmer like light through a prism—brief, brilliant, and transformative.
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Space for rent: Major renovations required. Four inch square. Located in chest cavity.
She said nothing. He feeds her another grape, a big red seedless Aussie. Still, nothing. He forgot to inflate her.
For sale: Chinese Baby shoes. Well borrowed.
There once was a girl. A girl. A girl. A girl. One fell off the wagon. How many? Three. Theresa, Diana, Mary. No boys? No boys. Peace.
Circles cannot fit into triangles, stars cannot fit into squares, triangles cannot fit into stars. He cries deafeningly. Silence. Lollipop fits into all hole shapes.
A stalker in the house. But the tender kind. Letting go is hard, but inevitable.
Her name, carved into the oblong-ish brown headstone, crude san serif-like. A direct flight to Phnom Penh from Atlanta; nineteen hours and one minute is a long time to ferment and manifest the turmoil she buried in the tenebrous pit of her heart for thirty one years.
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