Category: short story

short story

the kumiho’s song

“The bit of bone swung from the grubby twine tied around her neck every time she bent towards a corpse. Round and white from a thousand years of sun, it looked more like a marble, like a gonggi stone that a child could toss into the air and catch on the back of her hand. But it was indeed the top knuckle of Min’s little finger, where she had spelled her heart one morning, lifetimes ago. In the blue haze of dawn, she had chopped it off with a butcher’s knife, just like her mother had, and her mother’s mother before her.”

"Cezanne, Les Grandes Baigneuses, about 1884 - 85 (1)" by Prof. Mortel is licensed under CC BY-NC-SA 2.0
short story

muse

“It started the week an artist was going around New York City bashing Asian women in the face. In his Twitter Manifesto, he called it ‘The Nose Game,’ describing the conceptual process as a form of retaliation against rejection. Although the performance piece was generally ignored by the local media, he was lauded by fellow fetishists as the latest male genius.”