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Edge

My breath was catching with the wind, erratic and breezy. I climbed up, stone by stone, crevices by crevices, finding firm foot-holds to prevent myself falling to my death. The sun was peeking by the horizon, I looked up and... Continue Reading →

Kafka on The Shore by Haruki Murakami (Book Review)

Another masterpiece by Murakami, this time he flawlessly tied two completely unrelated stories into one. His style in writing is nonchalant and yet his skill really shows in this novel. Two parallel stories ran at the same time, one with... Continue Reading →

What I See

Located at the edge of the suburban areas of the hustle and bustle, I hopped out of the train, prepared to take on my new part-time job in the dead of the night. The stars were clouded by the smoke... Continue Reading →

Solitary Loop (Finale)

The alarms blared in the control room, one of the lab men shouted, "This American is trying to overload our systems." A coffee drop was formed from the last filtration process. The chief took a sip from the steamy cup... Continue Reading →

Solitary Loop (Part 4)

I was back in the void of nothingness again. This time welcomed with a cry of defeat. I sat there, back at my initial spot, crying myself out, balling my eyes to the void beneath me. The sadness was impending,... Continue Reading →

Solitary Loop (Part 3)

Tap. Tap. Tap. "It is only ten seconds sir." one of the lab men reported. "And so?" the chief commander seemed not bothered as he heaved a deep one from his cigarette. "His train of thoughts is back to normal." The... Continue Reading →

Solitary Loop (Part 2)

I woke up in a pitch black place, cloaked in a patient robe, shone by a spotlight, boundless. I got up almost immediately from my spot. My body was perfectly alright. An image of me sprang in front of me... Continue Reading →

Solitary Loop (Part 1)

Static, pulsating with my mere heartbeat. It was surreal that I was still alive after a bullet had driven into my vitals. I pried my eyes open, welcomed by the glaring florescence of a typical interrogation room used by the... Continue Reading →

2.352 Seconds

Seated by the kitchen counter with a glass of red wine in my hand, dwindling it as I was waiting for my dearest husband to be back from work. Although it might not seem much or somewhat overdoing it, I... Continue Reading →

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