by cayden
(Note: this author took artistic credit in this short historical fiction and defines truth as ‘a statement that a person holds as true’ Please read into the story accordingly.)
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secret truths
by yi he
have you ever thought about how at the end of the day, the only person who ever truly knows yourself is you?
you can reveal yourself to someone […]
help me
by debraath
She travelled in her red Fiat. In the wee hours of the morning, around 2.35 am. Making a sharp turn at the junction, she slowly drove to her apartment. Her car was the only source of noise in the dark and silent […]
on valentine’s
by jolie
piece #1:
for valentine’s day, i was taken out to dinner – an al fresco, borderline ostentatious rooftop restaurant with a personal waiter to boot. he ordered steak, caviar, champagne and nearly every other food that fell under the ideal of an elite Western dining experience. i promptly found a pair of earrings in my dessert, […]
schrödinger’s cat
by yi he
trapped inside a sealed box
reality collapses around you.
(loneliness is the only thing
that keeps you company here) […]
jelly
Jelly – most remember it as a favourite childhood treat, the perennial staple of any celebration. Otherwise, it makes for a great go-to snack on midnight refrigerator raids, or as an outlet to ponder nihilism. Wobbly like our emotions, soft like the hands of a first crush, sweet like a family gathering […]
jelly – a history
by janani
Jelly is something everyone can enjoy. Tasteless, yet soothing. Transparent, yet colourful. Its familiar taste and texture invokes nostalgia in everyone’s mouths. Here, however, we look into how it all began.
Before jelly was widely […]
family gathering
by clarisse
Pay no heed to the clamour
Towards his cousin’s wedded glamour
Winking under buzzing lights
It’s really not so much a sight
Matchless to the plates of gleaming gems […]
jellyfish
by cayden
I run to the swanky restaurant,
My dad’s words in my head.
“We’re having a fancy reunion dinner tonight.”
I lick my lips at the thought […]
neat(ly)
by borong
chunks
sitting undisturbed […]
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