#14. Isn’t It Funny How People Always Die When The Weather Is Nice?

#14. Isn’t It Funny How People Always Die When The Weather Is Nice?

The date was the twenty-eighth of April, and the time was eleven o’clock in the morning. It was quite a fine day, or like how I like to put it, a sultry, hellish day. Not a single wind was blowing west, and all I can see in front of me is the baked earth, which, […]

#12. better days

#12. better days

We continue on our little journey. Becky has now walked beside me as the White Misty Thingy’s misty hand held onto mine. The same thin and long fingers with a soft touch of skin that now has turned cold. A spring rain comes pouring over us and little wildflowers are blooming everywhere. Say, will he […]

#12. The Thousandth Day

#12. The Thousandth Day

I thought it would be better after the thousandth day, but it seemed the pain will never fade away. And no matter how much I tried to keep on living, I can’t find a remedy for the hollow left behind by those cold corpses in a winter twilight. The pain kept on burning. And I […]

#darling, is it raining where you are?

#darling, is it raining where you are?

See, it’s raining again. My darling is sitting by the windows opening to the glass house garden. I call her my darling because her presence has taken over my life and my will to live since a year ago when I saw her for the first time in the supermarket. I asked her where she […]

#11. Aren’t You The Happiest Man, Mr. Unfortunate?

#11. Aren’t You The Happiest Man, Mr. Unfortunate?

One. “Now this here is what I call a blue sky. Today is an unexceptionally nice day, isn’t it? Wouldn’t you say today is the day? See, the wind is supporting us. With this wind, we will go far, and I don’t even know where it will take us, Mr. Unfortunate. But today you are […]

#11. pinky promise?

#11. pinky promise?

I say, why is this forest so dark and gloomy? Are you trying to lead me down to Hell? Becky turns her head slightly and gives me a sharp glance as if I have offended Her Majesty in a very nasty way, and there is no chance for me to gain back her trust. A […]

#10. One of These Days

#10. One of These Days

I didn’t know how the below conversation came into existence. Nha was just sitting there, idling away his life like how people treated the lottery tickets when they knew they didn’t win. And I guess as a passerby on the street – and a decent citizen at least – I should pick up the lottery […]

#9. Hurtful Things Are Beautiful Things

#9. Hurtful Things Are Beautiful Things

I woke up to Nha sitting like a monument at the edge of the wooden bed. A champion of inconsolable sadness and grief. Except that he was not a monument. It’s just that somehow, he happened to sit there long enough to become one. My phone was still in his hands. The battery was long […]

#10. the second song

#10. the second song

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#8. The Flood Is Always There (Even When You Are Not Looking)

#8. The Flood Is Always There (Even When You Are Not Looking)

I was standing in the dark, wet corner of the house – every corner of this house is a dark, wet corner – when uncle Hai came in from the fish pond in the backyard. He said, “It’s gonna rain hard today, ya be sure to pull in those clothes.” He meant the old, worn-out, threadbare rags […]