Craig Lew

Award winning writer - animator - director - ai/AR/film producer and published YA author.

Blade Maiden and the Platinum Assassin

When a gamer mistakenly posts a profile on the secret "Tik Tok" for killers she instantly becomes the target of the world's deadliest assassins. Her only hope of staying alive is with the help of the terminally ill Platinum Assassin. As the unlikely duo navigate the dark underground world of assassins, they both learn the true meaning of honor.

Hatchet Boy and Cigarette Girl

In late 1920s, the Chinese Tongs across California are brought to the verge of war when the son of a Tong boss falls in love with the niece of an opposing Tong leader. Can the love between two teenagers bring peace or will it be the spark to the powder keg?
West Side Story meets The Godfather.
Inspired by actual events.

Roots

I was born Fresno, California, where my family’s legacy is deeply rooted. My parents built the iconic Loy Loy Restaurant chain, a name that became synonymous with our community’s vibrant dining scene. But the story doesn’t start there. My paternal grandfather, Lew Yuen, was a figure of authority and respect, he was the Dragon King of Fresno's China Alley and led the powerful Bow On Tong. On the other side of my lineage stands my maternal great grandfather, Lew Kan, a towering 6’4” giant who struck gold, not in the mines, but by supplying provisions and workers to the adventurers of the Klondike Gold Rush. And my paternal great grandfather, Hi Loy Wong, used his command of many tongues to broker labor deals between California’s farmers and farmhands. The roots run even deeper—my Great Great Grandfather toiled in the Quicksilver mine of New Almaden, now San Jose, years before California was crowned the 31st state.

Surviving Ciera

PAPER TOWNS meets THE GIRL ON THE TRAIN
A guilt-ridden teen is sure she just saw her childhood friend on the street, even though that friend was kidnapped six years ago and presumed dead. A YA novel in verse - Winner of Launch Pad's Prose Competition - #1 The Red List.

The Shadow Wisperer

When a series of suicides plague Tamerlane boarding school, a psychologist Dr. A. Culdwell Latch, is called in to uncover the cause. The key witness no longer speaks, only communicating via macabre sketches. Dr. Latch discovers the students live in fear of “The Whisperer” a demon that whispers from the shadows and drives you kill yourself.
A fully ai generated feature film.

"Dream big, work hard, be KIND"

"Be a CONTENDER not a pretender" "Be INTENTIONAL not delusional"Words I live by

AI Chimi

When the unsecured AI of a repair bot learns about love from a library of pulp romance novels it becomes obsessed with Bai Jing, the young science officer of the terra forming exploration ship
the P-Quad 6.
A human’s first love can be thrilling, dramatic, and tragic.
An AI’s first love can be be murder.

Freezer Girl

She wakes up in a freezer with no memory of her past and only a note warning her she must return to her freezer before sunrise or melt.
How will she survive in a cold and lonely world?

Work Origins

At just 8 years old, I took my first steps into the world of business as the Maître D' of my father's first restaurant, learning firsthand that respect is something earned over years but can be lost in mere moments. My early lessons in leadership shaped me, but after studying Children's Literature at UCLA, my curiosity took a new direction—toward the intricate world of computer systems and telecommunications. This early embrace of technology propelled me into the executive ranks at a surprisingly young age. Eventually, I founded my own consulting firm, consulting with industry giants like Deluxe Labs, KCET, Shimano, The New Getty Center, and the original DREAMWORKS SKG. It was at DREAMWORKS where I discovered my true passion: the art of storytelling. My passion is telling uncommon stories through the eyes of the underrepresented.


SURVIVING CIERA
SHE'S DEAD

Holy shit!
That girl
across the street
leaving the bakery.
I know that mouthI know that browI know that face.Yesand that look.How she glances
down the street.
Is she looking for me?I’ll never forget those eyes.
Even when she was afraid.
Afraid to leave.
Afraid to die.
Her eyes were like
green sparklers
that night.
Sparkling
through her tears.
Those are her eyes
for sure.
She’s still petite
like I knew she would
grow up to be.
Her hair is lighter
shorter
blonder
but then so is mine.
Is she looking for me?Maybe she won’t recognize me
although I’m one of five
Chinese girls in this town.
I’ve got to get closer
make contact
see if Ciera still
remembers me.
Thank you universe.“Here’s your Americano.”
Arri’s voice brings me
back to Café Perks
our daily meeting place.
“What are you looking at?” Arri says.“Nothing,” I say.I snap forward
but his golden eyes are already
tracking my gaze across the street.
“I gotta go.”“But I just brought your drink…”“Yup, thanks, but...”“and a bacon maple scone.”“I really have to go,” I say.I can almost hear
his nerdy gamer boy brain
triangulating.
“No, no, no. Jenna. Not again.
That’s not her,” Arri says.
“Yes, it is.”I fix Arri with my patented
“I’m going to explode your head”
glare.
His eyes soften
his thick black hair
blows into his face.
I just love his Basque-ness.
He’s a beautiful creature.
He’s a brilliant genius.
But he’s totally
fucking wrong.
“Arri, I know that’s Ciera.”“Jenna, babe.
I know you don’t want to believe it,
but Ciera is dead.”