Just a shout-out to…

They are a young writing interest group in Pasir Ris.

(PS: I need to post the second half of the SPORE-Con stuff. Give me one or two days …)

SPORE-Con 2012: Pictures and thoughts (Part I)

SPORE-Con 2012 is over, but the good memories are still fresh. Two days of gaming and geekery, of chatting to like-minded people and creatives. Many thanks to Cheah (of House of Cheah and Billy and Saltie fame), the two Shawns who taught me the difference between East and West comics and the PI crew (Adan, Gerald, Rommel, the vassals and minions*) who worked hard to make it happen. Many grateful thanks as well to the Happy Smiley Writers’ Group, Dave and Shan Shan – local spec fic folk – to make the Creative Writing talk a success.

Now, on to the pictures. I will post in two parts, since I am half-bushed from work:

(We all autographed the signage – it’s a tradition)

(And we had this Ultramarine walking about, looking menacing)

(I always admire the quality of painting and the effort put in by the painters)

(We had a panel!)

That’s all for tonight. Part II comes in soon. 🙂

A bit of what I am working on… and SPORE!

The smells of dinner drift along the corridor. Fried fish. Sizzling garlic. Sesame oil. The setting sun casts a golden sheen on the roof tops of the blocks of flats. It is the magical moment before night.

She inhales the aromas, glad to be alive.

A chill wind touches her skin.

Her dagger vibrates. She feels it through her bag.

A dark shadow darts away at the corner of her eye. It looks larger than the usual hungers she hunts at night. She gives chase, drawing her dagger. She passes by children who whisper gleefully: “Dragon, dragon, dragon.”

A bit of what I am working on, an expansion on the “Hunger” fic. It has now grown into a YA tale, set in the same world of Wolf At The Door.

SPORE-Con is tomorrow! Can’t wait!

Spore-Con is this weekend!

Spore-Con: gaming and science fiction convention.

Come down. Meet artists, writers and gamers!

The Basics of Flight: ebook release.

The Basics of Flight, now as an ebook and only 99cents.

YA steampunk, set in an alternate universe Victorian England.

A review for Rider

Review on Goodreads.

[Flash fic]: Hunger

She settles down gracefully at the water’s edge, calmed by the mirror-flat surface. The night whispers about her. Lights, like fireflies so rare in Singapore now, sparkle about her. Somewhere she hears the throb of techno and smells the whiff of barbequed chicken wings. A girl’s soft giggle comes from the grove of Portia trees, followed by soft masculine murmurs. She loves the night and it loves her back.

“You are early tonight,” the ice-cold hand touches her shoulder and she looks up to see the water spirit looming above her. She can see the stars and a random passing plane through the transparent figure.

“I was relieved early from my duties,” she explains, always feeling edgy around the water spirit. The spirit flows, like the slow cascade of clear water. It moves in the shape of a woman, the shape it wants to be seen by mortal eyes.

“No more deaths,” the water spirit whispers softly and ripples as if it shudders in revulsion. “I am glad. Stopping the hungers tires me.”

“Thank you for your help.”

The water spirit sighs. “The hungers were drawn to the sadness. So much sadness, so much pain. Your people are in pain. Can they find solace?”

She remembers all the news in the papers. The suicides. The drownings. A society in flux and eating itself from inside out.


“Why? There is so much beauty here. Why is there pain, little mortal?”

The throb of techno grows suddenly loud and there is drunken laughter, a sharp-pitched yelping. She feels the change of atmosphere, the feeling of hunger … in the air, the emptiness in her stomach. She stiffens, almost reaching for her dragon-form athame in her pocket. She finds it difficult talking about money and the pursuit of fleeting happiness. She hates being who she is, feeling their hunger, feeling their need.

The water spirit’s face moves, dipping inward, its way of showing a frown. “I have to go. The hungers awake. You need to stop them from going in. The hungers feed more and they demand more.”

She stands up, her feeling of peace gone. In the distance, she knows the darkness waits for its meal.

In honor of Flash Fiction Day: Red Tide & Beast

The man’s eyes widened at the sight of the creature approaching with the stateliness of a stalled freight train. Around him the landscape hissed and burned.

A girl walked before the creature, a mere slip of a girl. Slight, yellow-skinned, walking confidently.

“Hai, girl, stay indoors! The Red Tide’s coming!” The man found himself shouting out the familiar words. Scared beyond his wits, he sought solace in familiar things.

Her eyes were bright, unusually bright. The creature let out a soft growl that shook the ground and sent instant fear through the man’s bones. It had red eyes, a wild leonine mane and fanged mouth like a … Fo-lion. The man started. The creature was a giant Fo-lion. In the crimson light, its fur was burnished bronze, like banked fire.

“I have this,” the girl inclined her head slightly to the creature behind her.

Non-Western SF Roundtable

Part 1
Part 2

“Oh yes, globalization is insidious. Everyone is equal. Shrinking world. Blah blah blah. Everyone holds hands and we are friends. No. The scars of colonization are still there. Many former colonies are left with the issues to deal with.”

A guest blog about Wolf At The Door

Here. 🙂

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