Short Stories

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Girls School Part 2

2017-08-27T22:26:53+00:00 May 24th, 2017|

Destiny or Choice? I've just taken my finals result. The discipline master told me that I could stop going to school already. I hardly saw any of the group, in the past 2 months. My schedule had become home to school and back home again. The student council and discipline teachers kept watch on me and the few other students, including Nobu of course, who got involved in the stabbing incident. Also, Mr. Hiroshi made it a point that he would randomly let me hear such words, “You should do your fin [...]

Girls School Part 1

2017-08-27T22:26:53+00:00 May 17th, 2017|

Moving The hall is almost deserted now. I really should hurry up. I had picked myself up from tripping; on what? I don't know, and I don't really care. I'm not used to this uniform at all. Getting up from one height to the next is another thing. I closed my eyes for a while, for otherwise... my vision will be blurred. Being anemic is not only a sickness now, for me... it's kind of a habit. I'm a foreigner in many ways. I've been to many parts of this country. Moving is my family's expertise. Bot [...]

Humming my Song

2017-08-27T22:26:53+00:00 May 10th, 2017|

I stared at the heavily tattooed man in a white sleeveless top and black jeans, in the kitchen. He was chopping meat on the preparation table itself, the chopping board hung closely by. While he was doing this, most probably for himself, because he seemed to be living alone, he was humming a tune. It sounded familiar but I can’t recall where I heard it from. He looked out the window at where I stood. My heart beat fast, and uneasiness formed at the pit of my stomach. Looking around the parking l [...]

Heaven at her Feet

2017-08-27T22:26:53+00:00 April 21st, 2017|

Still feeling stomach upset, Noor cooked the day's dinner early in the morning. She didn't want another episode like yesterday or have to go to the doctor. The third trimester seems to be somehow the most difficult, at least for her. Her little bundle of joy growing inside her may now be a bundle of furball judging by the intense itchiness of her tummy. She expects scratch marks on the already heavily marked skin over her stretched belly. She wonders if putting extra Bio Oil would make a differe [...]