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The Lone Hyacinth
“My Fair Lady cloaked in deep royal purple, How is life over yonder? A place between the heavens and below, What a place to rest, to respite, to rise.” A…
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Our (Many) Midnight Rendezvous
“Earth to Bella,” a voice, deep and imposing, called out to me. “Earth to Bella!” I woke up startled and confused. Where was I again? Oh right, class. Physics class,…
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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,…
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The Monster In Her Closet
Cold. All she felt was the cold. It was hard for her to imagine that just a year ago, she had always anticipated the season of frost. She loved to…
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Blood Is On Your Hands
DISCLAIMER: This is a fictional story that consists of a mix of elements based on several real life events, but is not fully faithful to the subject matter(s). “ The…
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Sweet Child O’ Mine
Ever since I was a little child, all that my eyes took in was my mother. My father was wonderful, don’t get me wrong, but he was working all day,…
Letters To Him
Foreword Greetings, dear reader. I’m sure we’ve all heard of the Titanic before, perhaps even watched the blockbuster or even documentaries, to understand how it sank; why it happened; what…