Chapter 20: What Else Do You Want?

Sit down. State your name. Tell me your story. My name is Duc-Anh. Nguyen Duc-Anh. People always call me Nam Xi. Why the name “Nam Xi”? Because I often drink alcohol and I was the fifth child in the family. What else do you want to know? I shift my legs. My fingers start dancing […]

Chapter 19: Only You Know

Chapter 19: Only You Know

Sit down. State your name. Tell your story. This will be a little bit personal, Sir. Yeah, but will it be relevant to the case? That I don’t know, Sir. Then tell it anyway. Are you saying that you have the authority to judge which ones of the evidences are relevant to the case and […]

Chapter I: At My Age

“You know, people at my age often forget how their life ends up in a nursing home,” I scream as I climb down said nursing home’s gate. My voice, muffled by the beating rain of the coming storm, gets lost in the wind and the uselessness of the nursing home’s guards. “Or worse,” I don’t […]

#16. flower patterns

#16. flower patterns

*Trigger warning: suicidal attempt What’s that on his wrist? I ask Becky as the three of us advanced further and further in the spring forest. Oh, that? You don’t know that? It’s a flower pattern. I look at the thin line that is more similar to a scar than a flower pattern to me and […]

#11. Aren’t You The Happiest Man, Mr. Unfortunate?

#11. Aren’t You The Happiest Man, Mr. Unfortunate?

One. “Now this here is what I call a blue sky. Today is an unexceptionally nice day, isn’t it? Wouldn’t you say today is the day? See, the wind is supporting us. With this wind, we will go far, and I don’t even know where it will take us, Mr. Unfortunate. But today you are […]

#10. the second song

#10. the second song

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#7. The Story of Hai “Don Co”*

#7. The Story of Hai “Don Co”*

*Don Co: đàn cò in South-West Vietnam accent – a musical instrument used in Vietnamese opera It was high noon when I met them just outside the village’s gate. They didn’t go straight through the decayed yellow-painted gate, no. They hid by the gate’s corner, looked stealthily at the empty road winding through the small […]

#5. The First Conversation

#5. The First Conversation

“What did you tell him, you snitch?” Nha asked me, his teeth gritting while his left hand squeezed the bone out of my right arm. “Nothing much. I said I was running away with a murderer. I said that the same murderer threatened to kill me. And I also said the murderer I was running […]

#4. Thang “Khung”‘s Story*

#4. Thang “Khung”‘s Story*

My bus departed at one in the morning. We drivers always joked with each other about the girl left at one in the morning. We said it was the devil’s bus, ’cause there’s always something that happened to her. After all, the thirteenth hour, right? The week before that day, Viet “Ba Tam” drove her […]

#7. hello darkness, my old friend

#7. hello darkness, my old friend

You sure there’s nothing wrong with that white misty thingy, eh? Why? What’s wrong with that white misty thingy? And furthermore, the Misty Thingy has a nicer name than the Misty Thingy, you know. The fat cat walks idly on a dark, earthy trail leading to an even darker forest. The closer we get to […]