Yuelian Hong


My first memory is of static. It started with my feet being caressed by the soft, cocoa-scented hands of my nanny, the one who could make me laugh with a wiggle of her

On Synchronicity

It was April Fools' Day, 2013, and I was riding an energy high propped up by the cache of Focalin XR pills which I ingested directly from a plastic orange bottle which

Who Started The Fire?

Last Thursday was weird. In the afternoon I found myself outstretched on the couch, my face propped on my hand which dangled sideways above my elbow which dug into the meat of my

The Agency

The woman was in her mid-thirties, black-haired, brown-eyed, and dressed hurriedly in the pale light of that autumn morning.