I read the story of Scheherazade when I was a young kid. It never occurred to me that telling a story every night for a thousand nights in a row was a particularly difficult thing to accomplish, until recently when I actually tried to conjure up stories as people have been doing for millennials. In reflection, I realized that had I been sent to the royal palace in her stead, I can’t see myself lasting more than one week. Since then I started annoying my friends with same challenge: tell me a story, one good enough to save lives. So far, I’m saddened to report that had I been Shahryar, the gallows (or its ancient equivalent) would have to be a busy place. Why does the art of story telling, which seems so natural to a child, seems so difficult to a grown-up? Is it the case that we’ve learnt to see patterns in everything, and hence became unable to jump out of them? Or is it because as we see stories after stories in movies and books, our standard gets higher, and what we are able to conjure up as kids stops to measure up to such standard? Whatever the reasons, challenge accepted! this blog serves as a space where I jot down my story ideas. These stories will likely be short synopsis of what should be full, feature-length novels and screenplays. If you find any of them interesting, we should work together to bring about its full length and detail!

More about myself, I am a Wall Street hedge funder who stares at numbers on the screen for my day job. Reading, video gaming and sleeping fill my time off of the trading desk. As a young man of modest height, I have yet to outgrow my Napoleonic dream, so my reading interest revolves around history, economy, international politics and culture study. I likes all kinds of games, but have absolutely no interest in those that do not allow me to do what I cannot in real life (specifically, sports and driving). Real weapons are great; sci-fi weapons are better; magics are the best.