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Like A Child

Inquisitiveness basked the field in the evening when the russet crimson contoured across the skies as well as the grass where two little children were frolicking in their imaginative world. They were innocent, younger than most of us, chasing each... Continue Reading →

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Why Do Children Cry When They Go To School?

Jogging at the usual route of my housing area in the breezy misty morning where the boughs of the trees waved at me exuberantly basked in the morning sun. As I was taking a corner, I passed by the kindergarten... Continue Reading →

Typical Malaysian Family Conversations.

The dining table is a place where you share your daily with your family members, discuss politics, talk about the future, joke about one another, making sure good communication but not miscommunication is fostered between everyone in the family in... Continue Reading →

Re-Birth #Finale

"Imagine yourself as a teeny tiny baby, cuddling inside your mother's womb and what it felt like. Warm. Tight because her stomach is all over you." Ponder's voice was tinged with a courteous heart, the heart of a nurse ready... Continue Reading →

Re-Birth #Exodus

"Wake up, Candace." she shook me. There were two towering figures standing in front of me, one in suit and tie, a nonentity, one was Candace, in a flowery blouse. "Your name is now Candace Elizabeth Newmaker." what the fuck? I attempted... Continue Reading →

Re-Birth #Genesis

I was not loved, tossed here and there by my foster parents, it was all temporal, nothing was true. They said they loved me, but they returned me back to the social services where it was better off being lied... Continue Reading →

Rapists

The droning sound resembled the uncanny appearance of them. I hid behind those couches, hoping they would be gentle with me this time. The house, shelter, was not locked nor secured because my parents were in debt with them, and... Continue Reading →

Two Sisters

"Hahaha! Tag! Got'ya!" Yvonne crawled over to touch Cadence. "No! Shrieekkk! You are tagged, sis!" Cadence was not satisfied at all, she tagged Yvonne once they came in contact. "NO! You are!" the immensity of a puerile fight was about to break... Continue Reading →

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