Kit Sun Cheah

Tag: Fiction

  • Redemption Road Part 1

      Something Something stirred in the dark. Dropping to a knee, William Freeman powered up his helmet-mounted fusion vision goggles. The machine combined night vision and thermal imaging into a single image, delivering it to the heads-up display over his left eye. He saw it. The Bloom. It was a thing that defied classification. It…

  • Appendix N Profile: Robert E Howard

    In the 1930s, the glory days of the pulp age, Robert E Howard cast a formidable shadow. The creator of Conan and Solomon Kane, a legendarily prolific writer with hundreds of stories and dozens of poems to his name, he molded the genres of weird fiction and sword and sorcery, leaving his mark forever. In…

  • Night Demons Part 3 of 6

      When going to war, first build an invincible defence. And I am strongest at my home.   Home is a studio apartment a few minutes away from the Farrer Park MRT station. Unlike most single Singaporeans my age, I live alone, well away from my parents. It’s for their safety. They’re normies, and given…

  • Night Demons Part 2 of 6

      I glance around the room. The miasma redoubles in strength. The Lums’ spirit guides are fleeing to different realms for cover. But there is no overt sign of the evil spirit.   I’d have to flush it out.   “Vanessa, please let me see your hand,” I say.   She holds out her arm.…

  • SIGNAL BOOST: The City and the Dungeon by Matthew P. Schmidt

    Writer and fellow Steemian Matthew P. Schmidt has submitted his latest novel, The City and the Dungeon, and Those who Dwell and Delve Within, to Amazon’s traditional publishing arm, Kindle Scout. If he gathers enough nominations for the next thirty days, Amazon will (presumably) buy the rights to the novel, and everyone who nominated it…

  • INVINCIBLE Part Seven: Zhang Wudi

    Zhang ran. Arms pumping, chest heaving, he propelled himself down the road that led to Sujiang’s northern gate. Fire and smoke erupted in the city, rising above the walls. Bodies lay piled by the road by the dozens. Civilians streamed past him, carrying children and valuables in their arms. He kept running, brushing past everyone…