Erian Lin Grant
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Writer | Poet | Storyteller — tracing the quiet spaces between chaos and calm.
= Kindness is a form of strength =
Stories (12)
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⭐ THE NIGHTMARE OF COUNTING STICKS
When I was seven, I started first grade. Back then the world hadn’t gone completely mad yet, and no one expected children to enter school already knowing how to read, write, or add. Don’t get me wrong — I knew a few things; my brother and I grew up in a family of teachers. But no one demanded superpowers from six-year-olds. In those days, we went to school to learn, not to be called “young scholars” from day one.
By Erian Lin Grant2 months ago in Humor
Trump — No Tie Guy
It was June when I visited my fiancée in Japan. We still couldn’t decide whether to live there or in the States — and I had just started learning Japanese, often hearing things completely wrong. She showed me temples, gardens, and glowing city streets, clearly trying to seduce me into staying.
By Erian Lin Grant2 months ago in Fiction
The Sun in Her Palm
Isabelle inserted the flash drive labeled “NEVER” into the computer and, after a moment’s hesitation, pressed Enter. The image broke through the hiss and blur — a street-cam feed, unstable but real. From the very first seconds of the video, Bella realized she had always been looking the wrong way. She had built her life around tomorrow — blind to what lingered behind, never daring to uncover the buried pieces of her past.
By Erian Lin Grant2 months ago in Fiction
