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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 →

“Let There Be Light.” (Revisited)

Time and time had passed me once again, I was standing singularly in the incessant current flow of events, I was dragged by the nose instead of having my own will to go about my life. My shortcoming was the... Continue Reading →

A Trap Called Life

What is life? A simple rhetorical question that we ask ourselves every time that we need to. Most of us wander around in this realm of life without any definite purpose; most of us live simply just to find the... Continue Reading →

this is normal

Another day at the intricate subway system of Japan, people were cramming against each other like sardines and some were taking the opportunities to satisfy their carnal desires but most of them were rushing to work or school. This is... Continue Reading →

A Loss In Time, Taken For Granted

Three bows, the third one was the longest bow that I gave to anyone ever. I was holding back my tears, gasping for air as to how much my bow would mean for my calligraphy teacher- 王老师. He had passed... Continue Reading →

Nine Hours Apart…

Pulsating with life, the beat of my heart was excited with the expectations of meeting her across the vast sea of distance after for a long time. I was prepared for the eight-hour flight with my sturdy companion- a book.... Continue Reading →

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