By Lionel 1960 Singapore’s first national library was built. I lived on Stamford Road, and it was just a short walk from my house. I remember being six when my parents took me there for the first time, and as a child I was fascinated. The completed library had a reinforced concrete framed structure withContinue reading “Then and Now: Former National Library Singapore”
Category Archives: creative
The Allure of Idiocy
By Dayrius Tay
In 1995, a well-built middle-aged man robbed two Pittsburgh banks in broad daylight. Bucking the trend, he stormed in sans disguise, even smiling at the security cameras on his way out. Delusional crackpot or drug addict? McArthur Wheeler was neither. Following his inevitable arrest, he watched surveillance tapes in disbelief, mumbling to bemused interrogators that he ‘wore the juice’. […]
oh, charlie: part 2
‘oh, charlie’ series: part 2/4
“Charlie, they’re trying a new medication on me. I don’t know if I like it.”
“Is it Kayla?”
“Yes.”
“Trust her.” […]
oh, charlie
‘oh, charlie’ series: part 1/4
by chloe loh
“Oh, Charlie.”
“When are you coming home?” […]
3^0 sick
by turdle
The child scuttles
Giddy to confess – […]
why I write
Editor: Clarisse Choo
editor’s note
Why is the sky blue? Why do writers write? Such age-old questions have deceptively simple premises that hint at answers that are not so straightforward. Fortunately, the latter can be answered by our writers here at nushpress, who will go above and beyond the typical vague response of “I’ve always loved writing,” […]
the joy of writing
by cherry
I distinctly remember sitting next to a friend named John* in primary school, right at the back of the classroom. He was the kind of friend I talked to only in class, but never made eye contact with out of the classroom. Soft-spoken, but talkative enough to keep me entertained during lessons. Sometimes, when we finished the work assigned to us, we would drift off into our own conversations. One particular instance, we decided to craft a story about our friends and us going on an adventure. Pretty typical and lame now that I think about it again, but to us back then, it was a novel idea. So our story writing began: we passed a small notebook between the two of us, each writing a short paragraph before passing it back. […]
to communicate
by janani
Humans are the only creatures who write. Some write for themselves, and others write for readers worldwide. Despite their differences in what they write, very individual has different reasons for writing, such as imaginative freedom, or to put himself or herself in impossible situations. Here’s why I write.
Firstly, I write because it is a way to communicate […]
writing is my calm
by yvette
At first, i was looking to write a lengthy, meaningful essay-like piece where I poured out my sentiments and feelings about why I write. Reasons like “to create something that outlives me” or “to let others see the world how I see it”, but I realised that while these are perfectly valid reasons, they simply did not apply to me. […]
space
by shina
I love the English language. I think I always have, since the moment the words first wrapped around my tongue. I grew up with it, and I learned to love it, and I doubt I ever will stop. As a young girl, I discovered Enid Blyton, who cultivated my love for the stained yellow pages of old books from years passed. Then, as I got older, Jodi Picoult taught me the value of life, and what it meant to feel with all your heart. […]
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