Sha Yan's Fiction

Bypass I had a dream. The dream was neither enchanting, nor sad, nor desperate. I saw the flesh, and blood, in various places, flesh and blood that was white and red, skull, brain. I was then half-awake, half-sleeping, I saw the Heaven. White doves flapped their wings, silence. Then angels sang... Sign in to see full entry.

Preface When I was walking along the bank of Lake Ontario, and seeing the CN Tower leaning from high above me, leaving a shadow on the ground, I was thinking, I am an achiever, a goaltender, a dreamer if it is correct. You may say, under achieved, way to go. Yes, I have a high education in both... Sign in to see full entry.