Short Story
Let the Music Play
Prologue Believe in yourself - and your passions Adam Phua. The quintessential student. And like the perfect student, he achieved grades that were the stuff of dreams of most young people his age. Of course, he was the pride and joy of his parents, Alfred and Lisa Phua, both renowned practitioners in the legal field.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Fiction
Something Crawled up Your--
He didn't know what got into him. That's not just a turn of phrase; something actually got into him. It started innocently. He overindulged, had too much greasy food. He farted. It stank. Natalie, cosied up next to him on the sofa, retched, and flapped her hand theatrically in front of her face. "Oh my god, Cole," she said rushing to open the window, "Did something crawl up your arse and die?" Her eyes watered, but she laughed. She had no idea.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Fiction
Always the Student
“Today. Tomorrow. Yesterday.” The words of my professor reverberate through my skull, a narrator on my commute back home. “The days tarry along as we pursue our hopes for better and best. The Drums of Everafter beat a steady rhythm, the outcome of the ballet based upon how we play the part. Each step taken, whether of dreams or sustenance, pushes us beyond our stated bounds. Only one fate comes to those who settle for room and food, same as those who seek to rouse the boards of Forevermore.” A sharp tap on the blackboard of the classroom punctuates the rhythm. A snore from somewhere rouses me from my slumber.
By Aaron Richmond2 years ago in Fiction









