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The crack in the sky was no bigger
than a sliver, a hairline fracture, just enough for the ghost of a breath to
slip through. A tear in a world ..
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The
Secret - Fiction by Joyce Chua
People had been speculating o..
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He had been hunting
for days now.
Nobody ever
said hunting was a walk in the park, but at least someone could have informed
him about the jo..
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The movers came
before I could do anything about it.
They started
with the old mahogany table where my grandfather used to sit, playing
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I scrabbled around, but only collected
dirt under my nails. This was the second time they had tried to bury me.
You’d think they would&r..
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The water would be icy tonight, after the day’s
rain.
As the water lapped at his toes �" crept up his
ankles, calves, knees..
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When
I saw the sign that hung on the doorknob, it immediately struck me that I might
actually get along with the person on the other side of the..
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April:
These
are the fruits of promises made. They bear the weight �" so firm, feel it �" of
sworn oaths and crossed ..
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A changeling decides to take down the fairy community on the island after the latter kills her brother.
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Four. Three. Seven. Eight.
Enclosed within four walls, boxed up, grid after grid. It was not true what people said, about the comfort in numbers. The..
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