Trapped

He had wanted a kiss from her. "Anybody..." White voices. Voiceless. She's been listening. Impossible. Forgetting time. She's afraid she's gotten use to this inbetween, to the tightness of stasis, atuned to signs of life more than ever but unable to live, to lift up from the heaviness. She wished she had. "Anybody..."

On Marriage

Girl met boy. Girl liked boy. Boy did not really like girl but they dated anyway. Girl made boy marry her. Boy did not want to but agreed anyway. Struggled but managed to live with each other somehow. "Thus grief still threads upon the heels of pleasure, marry in haste & repent at leisure".

Freedom

A light tap on the window. She looked out, gestured to say she knew it was time. Hastily, she tossed her things into a night bag--- her white Sunday frock, the little savings she had and her beautiful lock of hair. She shut the door behind her. The bright yellow moon shone overhead. It was time.

Se Peh Peh (Lecherous Ah Pek)

Nabe, stop looking at me. Sianz… this fucking old man ah… talk and talk and cannot stop. Just sip your fucking kopi and stop staring at my BOOBS. Never see breasts before issit!!? Cheebye. Every time I see him he talks to me.. “Socio-cultural factors, Sir.” “Very good Sheena”. Ka na sai… these lecturers.

Once upon a time

Once upon a time I was a novel. I had characters, themes, pages. But the world changed. People could marry who they liked. Orphans found their parents not by finding themselves but by DNA testing. Cliff's notes took my themes with few well-chosen words, and deforestation took some, then all, my pages. Oh, I was a novel, once...

Mummy's Boy

Male, thirty-two, pale, immobile, naked, soaked in a tub. Mummy keeps me close to her, away from young ladies who loved me. After that day, today, everyday, Mummy smiles at me, sings for me, speaks to me. That day, my Mummy killed me. Male, thirty-two, suffocated, dead, preserved, still loved.

Synapses of Love

There was a boy who loved a girl who didn't love him back. So he carved out his hypothalamus and replaced it with some circuitry. But something went wrong with the wiring and he loved her still. Again, he begged her to give him her heart. Unexpectedly, she agreed. Reaching into her breast, she removed a motherboard and said, "Be sure to keep it dust-free."

Tangerine Dream (55 Words)

Once upon a time, there was a boy that dreamt tangerine dreams by night and lived the day without colour. Not too far away, there was a beautiful girl that lived in technicolour while her dreams were monotoned. They met and fell in love. While each alone in lack, in union both complete. The End. Joey

Dream of a Supermarket

She ran across the rows of canned food and maggi mee. Her cries reverberated through the walls of the supermarket while I ran after her. The chase seemed like it would go on forever but her legs gave up earlier than expected. I reached out and held her to me closely. “I… I’m so sorry…”

Fiction 55

The Crossing

The old man stands at the crossing. His destination is a mere road away. Yet, he hesitates. The traffic light turns red and green, red and green. Still, he stands at the crossing, hesitating.Are there things on this side that he might miss? Green. The cars are coming. He steps out, welcoming his death.

Mobile Phone by WQ

Her scent lingered long after she stormed out, the way it always had on his clothes after he left the bed. His world collapsing around him, he slumped into the sofa. Stronger scent here. Something poked him in his back.
The last audio-visual repository of their love!
He relived ironic bliss in clandestine video recordings.

Fiction 55: He and She

She drank a glass of wine and walked out of the bar. He noticed her a second too late. Then everyday, he waited for her in the same bar, sitting on the same stool. She never appeared again, while he, killing time, fantasized over and over again how everything could have been different.