The Long Ride
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The Long Ride

“Traffic is still slowly crawling on the Tuas Link back to Johor-” Samuel Tang turned the radio off immediately. He did not need any more reminders of the soul-sucking, blood-curdling,…
Infestation
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Infestation

Not only was she broke, she was also hungry and half dead from exhaustion. Life wasn't treating her fairly. The one and only apartment she could ever afford was tinier…
Dead Letter Office
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Dead Letter Office

Memory is like a moth. It flutters. It drifts. It finds an abandoned wardrobe of precious clothes to nest and gorges itself, leaving behind the gift of dust and scraps.…
wp ask the angel
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Ask the Angel

“Ask the angel.” That’s exactly what Nina did. Her companion’s expression didn’t change from where he towered over her abuela’s grave—he stared stony and gray, with the chiselled edges of…
Nobody’s Daughter
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Nobody’s Daughter

Lovely Elena. Beautiful Elena. Just Elena—but none of them ever came close to the one I so desperately craved to hear once more. The “Elena” that sounded as soft as…
Dream Man
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Dream Man

  I never understood how dreams worked. I had never dreamt, as dreaming is a neurological process requiring both sleep and a brain, neither of which I possessed. I doubt I…