You can read some of my published stories online at the links below, as well as a few stories I’ve put up myself.
Where it’s necessary to buy a print publication to read the story, I’ve included a link to the Book Depository listing, as it offers free shipping worldwide. Do let me know if you know of any other online booksellers which are good for non-UK/US readers.
Love in the Time of Utopia, LONTAR: The Journal of Southeast Asian Speculative Fiction Issue #1, Math Paper Press (May 2013).
The Four Generations of Chang E, reprint in Aliens: Recent Encounters, ed. Alex Dally MacFarlane, Prime Books (June 2013).
The Fish Bowl, The Alchemy Press Book of Urban Mythic, ed. Jan Edwards and Jenny Barber, Alchemy Press (October 2013).
Balik Kampung (Going Back), The End of the Road, ed. Jonathan Oliver, Solaris Books (November 2013).
800 words. Three ways Hang Jebat died, and one way he didn’t.
Was it possible that his conduct had not been entirely correct? Could it be, in fact, that he had been kind of a massive jerk?
6,100 words. Returning home for her grandmother’s funeral, Vivian faces sartorial disagreement and an intransigent teenage sister.
Vivian’s late grandmother was a witch—which is just a way of saying she was a woman of unusual insight.
23,000 words. An epistolary romance novella set in 1920s London. Young writer Jade Yeo is about to find out what a lot of trouble a negative review can cause.
“Poor Ariel,” he said. “Alone on an incomprehensible island. Has any other mariner heard your whispers, or did they think it just the wind?”
“I’m really more of a Caliban,” I said primly.
5,500 words. An earth spirit leaves her parents’ house to set up home, but finds herself entangled in protracted negotiations with an annoying landlord.
Gods, ghosts, monsters, all the hantu-hantu also got. And there was people like me: earth people, small spirit who just want to make enough money to send hole to their parents, and to save to build up their own hole.
16,000 words. Teenage vampire Ah Lee struggles to balance homework, bossy aunties, first love, and eating people. You can download an ebook version in epub format at the link.
Undeath had not lent Ah Lee any mystical glamour. It had not imbued her with magical powers, gained her exotic new friends, or even done anything for her acne.
The Four Generations of Chang E, Issue 10 of Mascara Literary Review (October 2011). Reprint forthcoming in Aliens: Recent Encounters, ed. Alex Dally MacFarlane, Prime Books (June 2013). Print: Amazon | Book Depository.
2,500 words. Chang E as
overseas outer space Chinese.
Who had time for education in days like these? In these times you mated young before you died young, you plucked your roses before you came down with some hideous mutation or discovered one in your child, or else you did something crazy–like go to the moon. Like survive.
11,000 words. A tale of first love, bad theology and robot reincarnation set in the Chinese afterlife.
The girl shone out from her extravagant silk robes like a pearl nestled in a red velvet box. She was beautiful, with skin as smooth as jade and hair like a lacquered black bowl.
Her eyes were black commas, no whites in them. She was not human. She had never been alive.
First National Forum on the Position of Minorities in Malaysia, Fantastique Unfettered Issue 3 (Prolefeed) (September 2011). Print: Amazon | Book Depository. This story was a finalist in the Selangor Young Talent Awards 2011, and has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize. I wrote a guest post for the Fantastique Unfettered blog about the local mythology that inspired me: Stories of the Hidden People.
5,000 words. A forum on minority rights confronts the issues of the hidden peoples among us.
“If you live near the jungle, you will realise that what is real and what is not real is not always clear. In the forest there is not a big gap between the two.”
300 words. The ineffable sadness of time travel.
You were sent to avert the nuclear apocalypse, but they sent you too early. It’s the 1950s and everyone seems fine.
起狮，行礼 (Rising Lion–The Lion Bows), Strange Horizons (March 2011). You can download and listen to an audio version read by Tracey Yuen at PodCastle: PodCastle 182: 起狮，行礼 (Rising Lion–The Lion Bows) (November 2011).
5,100 words. A lion dance troupe encounters an unusual spirit in the course of a routine performance.
“Very pleased,” said Mr. Yu in English. In Cantonese, he said: “The ghost is in the upstairs cupboard.”
“Thank you, we’re looking forward to it,” said Coco to Nick. To Mr. Yu: “What kind of ghost is it?“
You can download and read a prequel, 七星鼓 (Seven Star Drum), below.
780 words. A novel traffic jam solution.
Confucius should have included a get-out clause in the Analects, she thought. Respect your elders–except when they are idiots.
Prudence and the Dragon, Crossed Genres Quarterly #1 (February 2011). Print and ebook: Crossed Genres (links to Amazon, Smashwords etc.) | Book Depository. Reprinted by The World SF Blog (March 2012).
7,000 words. In the magical city of London, medical student Prudence Ong meets a dragon (occupation unknown).
Because Prudence Ong never read newspapers or watched British TV, she maintained a spotlessly pure ignorance of the dragon throughout. She encountered the dragon in a rather more traditional setting. She met him down the pub.
You can download and read a sequel, The Perseverance of Angela’s Past Life, below.
The Guest, Issue 24 of Expanded Horizons (November 2010). Reprinted in Heiresses of Russ 2011, ed. JoSelle Vanderhooft and Steve Berman, Lethe Press (December 2011). Ebook: Lethe Press | Amazon UK. Print: Amazon | Book Depository.
3,800 words. How Yiling got her groove back.
People had odd ideas about what she was able to do, but then to be fair her skill was not a conventional one. No one had ever heard of a smell magician, which was why her parents had not supported her in trying to make a career of it.
4,400 words. Angela struggles to come to terms with her past self. Sequel to Prudence and the Dragon.
Her old self could not enter the room without Angela’s permission. She hovered at the window, peering in.
Angela was not going to invite her in. It was a cold night, but the dead don’t feel the cold.
The lion was gold and red and silver; its head was white-furred like the face of a kind grandfather; the bounce of its feet was like the dance of sunlight on water.