A single candle flickers in the darkness, bouncing light across the walls.
The smell of fire is gently floating through the air, calming and comforting, a familiar friend.
Eyes closed, you can still sense the dancing of dim light around you.
Cold crystals in each hand, a rose quartz in the right, a smoky quartz in the left, you wait patiently for their vibrations to reach your soul.
A tinkling of piano keys soothes your mind, a gentle lulling background noise to the thoughts swirling within.
Visions pass quickly, never sticking, never forming fully, flying quickly past like a hummingbird.
Your soul is abuzz, yet at peace.
You breathe deep, taking in the secrets of the universe, unlocking the knowledge from another place, another time.
For the Love of Samosas
Prologue Today's post is short fiction in honor of all the hassled parents trying to keep their angsty teens in line. "Bye mum! I'm not coming home for lunch today. I'll be going to Mac's with Kelvin and his buddies before we head to his house to study for a test." With that, Adam Lim careened like the Flash out of his humble HDB abode.
By Michelle Liew5 days ago in Fiction
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