I Remember

I remember how the wind comb your long black hair as we climb our favourite hill. I remember how your eyes brighten up as I give you wild flowers— your happy pills. I remember our favourite tree. It stood firm and proud. While our young love’s too mute to be loud. I remember our spot.

The Colours of the Flag

Surrounded by bright almost blinding camera flashes, carpet as red as fresh human blood, bodies in ensemble more expensive than my house, I felt overwhelmed and lost at the same time. I am an indie actress with a promising film nominated in Cannes Film Festival. This is big. Bigger than my dreams as a kid. As the

Thirty Seconds

Thirty Seconds Thirty seconds that’s all he need to take his family away from this park. He told his wife and their little girl not to visit him today. He said his job will just take a few hours, but his hard-headed ladies didn’t listen. 23…22…21… His mind’s ticking clock is now in panic mode.

Shattered

I remember the blissful smiling eyes you shared when you picked me. You placed me inside your room. Like a ghost I witnessed the love you shared above, beneath your queen-sized bed. I remember how the morning starts with your warm kisses, done always in front of me. Sometimes I just want to close my

Like Father, Like Son

The familiar high-pitched screech of tires, the familiar loud cheers of race enthusiasts, welcomed me as if it was just yesterday. Two decades ago, my heart’s racing as the man who owns it zooms for his dream trophy. Now my old beating ticker’s jittery again, this time for our beloved son. My love lost both–

Schiophobia

Faceless, dark, blank, a voiceless yet ceaseless follower, it’s always at my back. I can hear its mute footsteps, even it’s screaming silence. I want to get rid of him, or maybe it’s a her, or whatever it is. It is never my friend, nor my foe but it makes my body shiver, it makes

Bus Girl

Stealthy as she has always been, I almost jumped when she wrapped her delicate arms around me. Age has made it more difficult to stand in an almost jam-packed bus, but the whiff of her freshly bathe scent distracted me the most. Oh, how time flies. *** It was my first day in a new

New Girl

She’s the apple-of-the-eye of all the third graders, but not in a well-meant way. She is the newest kid with chubby cheeks and curly ginger hair. She’s deemed mysterious, actually, mischievous. She lives in an old slaughterhouse found in the almost-abandoned area of our town. She allegedly lives with her grumpy evil-like grandpa. Some say they are

Rainbow

Rains, especially downpours with scream-like thunders and sharp-like-knife lightnings, for me, are bad omens. That’s why when I saw the bright cloud shifts from blue to violet to black, my hands started shaking, my heartbeats began racing. I have no beautiful memory with wet season, I only have the stark opposite. A catastrophic over-300-kph typhoon

Two Wives

Five decades after the war, I am now here to do your final request. It was never your intention to release those bombs. Chief said no one will be killed. But a week after you did your first mission, you read more than a thousand lives were shattered. It haunted you. Just five months after