Tag: story
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A Planet and A Girl
Once long ago, the planet had two moons, rising and setting like a pair of needy tenacious lovers unable to spend one rising apart. One was smaller than the other but unrelenting despite its diminutive size. Being red and dwarf-like, it fed off the larger blue one, as if envious and desirous of attention and…
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Written in the Stars
This short story came to me after watching this awful Thai lakorn called Mia Jum Pen, way back when I had just finished year one of my first job post-college. The lakorn was so silly and quite horrendous; the type of soap opera you cringe watching but can’t get yourself to stop. But I loved…
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“Doubt Thou The Stars Are Fire” Prologue
Here is a sneak peek into my new story. I was inspired by Cosmos (the TV show) and Shakespeare’s famous lines from Hamlet. This is the song that helped set the mood for me to write it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.
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(I Could Live On) Loving You
Warrior’s have no heart…no sympathy…no regrets…no meaning to life… There was one man who stood alone among the worn soldiers trotting forward. He alone stood fiercely and proudly. He was the vanity of her eyes…the agony of her heart…the being that made her aware of her feminine needs…wants…and desires. They all pooled into one at…
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Alba and The Lighthouse
The sky hung low and gray while mist and fog clung close to the muddy ground, making the walk to the lighthouse wet and cold. It rained every seven days in the seacoast town of Fiammetta and Alba Mondo had prepared for this day, her rain shoes, coat, and umbrella made by the sisters of…
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Short Story: Always Perfect
Chapter 1 I hadn’t always loved him. In fact, I thought he was by far, the rudest, most snobbiest boy in school and always steered clear of his ways, including his entourage. In fact, I steered clear of most people’s way while at the music conservatory. It was a school for the rich and prestigious.…
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Ka-kei: An Interpretation of A Traditional Folklore
In the ancient kingdom of the majestic Kampuchea, long before the war–before famine, poverty, and sadness—on sweltering hot nights, when dusk had barely settled beyond the horizon, a waft of heady miasma intoxicated and seduced the restless souls. It is the scent of a beautiful flower that blooms only at night like a maiden tossing…
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All This Time
The dim candlelight flickered like mournful souls swaying back and forth, throwing their bodies to the ground for passerbys who might chance stop and offer a scrap of food or pity. Please, please, they beg. Have mercy, they wail. They wept like the crying of her heart, the loathsome pitiful creature she was.