short stories
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The story of the blacksmith’s wife
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≻: The story of the blacksmith’s wifeI chose to tell this tale set in a past so remote that it is sounds like something out of…
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Glass Picker, a short
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≻: Glass Picker, a shortIt had just rained so the streets are gleaming with the lights of the shop-houses. It was not a good…
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Prompt: Anxiety, Sky, Bed
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≻: Prompt: Anxiety, Sky, BedHe could not keep still as he waited in line. Tipping toe, swerving and craning to see how many more…
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About how I spent the weekend as Shadow Man
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≻: About how I spent the weekend as Shadow Man“Singaporeans are not foreigners, of course they do not have blue eyes.” I awkwardly smiled in affirmation, still holding my…
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Families are in colour code
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≻: Families are in colour codeThe escalator rolled into itself one platform at a time and from there the first family ascended to the gantry…
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On the last day of the world
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≻: On the last day of the worldIn the morning, I sat straight up in bed, the blanket falling into a mound around my hips. Waking up…
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