Stinkbugs

"My city is one of great pride and great tragedy. We say we are guarded like gods, Purple Mountains to the east and Yangtze River to the west. They are a coiling dragon and crouching tiger... Yet Taiping rebels once desolated the city and smashed the Porcelain Pagoda into glittering shards. If there is one thing I should never forget, it is that Nanking was never a silent city."

2016

*Please note that this is a short story about the Nanking Massacre and contains vivid depictions of violence that some may find disturbing. Please read at your own risk.