Dimpled folds of fat flow out from the blue jacket, surging over the armrest, edging closer as she watches in horror. Her seatbelt tightens and coils its way up her …
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Fiction
Grandma’s old house on Drummond Drive held much more than family. Like all homes, it held moments of joy and of belonging. Like all homes, it held whispers, strained decisions …
The humidity of the weather made everything a dream. Within a week, how had I come from being a minimum-wage waiter in Canada, to being a teacher in Hong Kong …
April 12, 2006 The hot beef gravy seared the cheese curds as they seeped in with the russet fries. Maya, my sister, poured me a glass of craft lager. The …
“Good combination,” Bibik Swee Neo said to herself while fastening her navy blue kebaya sulam with her favourite kerongsang rantai given to her by her late parents as a wedding …
-2015- Gerry, the groom, quivered as he stared into the eyes of Carol, the bride, the sweat on his brow not visible in the 24 frames that I shot …
Call for Submissions: Immersion: An Asian Anthology of Love, Fantasy, and Speculative Fiction
by Allan Cho
From the Asian Canadian Writers’ Workshop and Dark Helix Press Call for Submissions: Immersion: An Asian Anthology of Love, Fantasy, and Speculative Fiction Deadline: December 31, 2018 Asian Canadian Writers’ Workshop …
Alissa Cho doesn’t write “From: Aunt Alissa and Uncle Stevie” on the Christmas presents anymore. She and Stevie fight too much now and she worries if she writes their names …
You were the Sawdust Boy. That’s what everybody called you back when there were no electric stoves in the village. Elderly women making bets with their husbands’ cigarette money on …
She couldn’t sleep. It had been a horrible day. A day that felt like it was going out of its way to tell her that she wasn’t right for the …