Short Stories

Danny Boy

DANNY BOY

By Jonathan Fong   O Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling   The rain fell softly against the window, its tapping gently drummed throughout the empty house. Her sobs echoed quietly in the…

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Surreally yours

SURREALLY YOURS

By Esther Yew   They ask me to move my fingers, then my toes but all I could feel is a sharp sensation. Every one is speaking so fast that I could barely comprehend anything….


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TIES

By Eunice Foo   Ties are designs in many patters and fashion style. It holds a certain meaning despite those who wears it daily to work, being part of the dress up for one to…


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FOUR

  It was a slow day, and for good reason. November rain drummed down on the streets of the city, sluicing through gutters and filling the air with the gentle scent of soaked concrete. The…


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IMAGINATION

by Asiyath Aisha Afif “And tomorrow we’ll install the kitchen cabinets along this wall here,” the man gestured into the adjacent room. My mother nodded in agreement as the contractor spoke. All the while, I…


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LOVESICK

by Derek Chan   “Jack, something smells really fishy,” Stan, the apartment janitor whispered to his fellow colleague. “Where’s it coming from?” Jack wondered. It was just then when a man dressed in a black…


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CLING

by Munira Noor Mazlan Moonlight illuminated the jagged tips of the rocks that I attempted to avoid. My feet kept getting cut by the tips whenever I jumped to avoid something that was either crawling…


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CONSOLATION

by Wee Jia Yi Consolation: the comfort received by a person after suffering a loss or disappointment *****           There was a flash of grey as my sister twirled past the door, en pointe. I…


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RUM AND COKE

by Natasha Rajendran The sun is less hostile today. Good lighting, thinks Seonwoong as he lifts the glowing curtains aside to inspect the weather from his room. It’ll probably last another hour before the clouds…


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HELLO, MISTER VAN ZYL!

by Jonathan Fong The winds howled, and the rain lashed. Mercilessly. The room was dark, except for the mute glow of moonlight streaming through the curtains, and the intermittent white flash from lightning. But he…