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The Prodigal Cat
1. Fireworks A new day, an infant dawn Drifting fingers past months long gone Starbursts in the night sky A final bid, farewell goodbye The house doors are unbolted The…
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What We Can
As an avid learner, my curiosity for people grows fervently every day. How we communicate with one another, an individual’s ins and outs, their likes and dislikes, are topics that…
Posted inLove and Relationships Self-help Short Stories
Terminal Velocity
Balance is second-nature. Will is a hawk, lithe presence peering down from forty feet above. The walkway lies - a gorge, a crevasse, splitting the earth down to the rising…
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The World At Our Feet
If we’re running out of time, if we are that’s fine, Just don’t make me ride by myself. So 'till it all slows down, Ride with me round and round…
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Paper Dolls
Trigger Warning: Gore, Animal Death, Implied / Referenced Cannibalism Outside, thunder rapped against the steel frame of the windows. Emmanuel sat, and watched the rain streak tears against the flat…
Posted inCreative Hall Self-help Short Stories
THE RIPTIDE.
Red liquid spilt onto the wooden floor, caressing the cracking splinters as sloshes of red seeped into his worn-out socks.Pathetic. Useless. That was all he could see himself as.Donovan Choo……
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Trinity’s Eternity: What Oppenheimer Taught Me About the Ripple Effect
“We have to deal with hopelessness. We hoped, and hoped, and ended up with the atomic bomb and the death of God.” – Etel Adnan The names Hiroshima and Nagasaki…
Echo Buzz: Musings With George Yeo
At the highly anticipated book launch event, 'From Thoughts to Pages: Launch of George Yeo: Musings,' Echo had the honour of interviewing the esteemed Former Foreign Affairs Minister of Singapore,…
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Doorway to Delirium
Hold the door, the man that is not a man says. His smile is charming. It slips from memory as easily as skin from bone. You match his politeness. Your…
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Dreambound
Rage, rage against the dying light. ~ Dylan Thomas I have a secret, one that you can only dream of. Or rather, you can only have nightmares about. Literally. Almost…