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Weekly Contest #360
TW: Infidelity Theo walked into the community centre’s hall, its bright, fluorescent lights as unforgiving as the bank statements he’d spent months avoiding. He wondered why these sessions were not conducted in some place a little more private, a little less intimidating. Now he understood why – the bright lights left no escape space, nowhere to hide. In here, you were as exposed as you could be. There were already a couple of people waiting, sitting on bean bags arranged in a circle in the middle of the huge hall. An interesting choice of f...
Weekly Contest #359
The first email from her dead ex-husband arrived on a Monday morning. Of all days, a Monday. Mondays were the worst for Sabrina. They felt like freedom hangovers — two and a half days of pretending life was manageable, followed by life kicking the door open at 6.15 a.m. She had always had trouble sleeping on Sunday nights, and the insomnia got worse after her ex-husband passed. She did not understand why, since she had been sleeping alone for the last five years, but she had accepted it the way she accepted most other unpleasant things in li...
Weekly Contest #335
Jingxuan let herself into the apartment. The living room has not changed much since the family moved in when she was 10. They replaced the sofa just a couple of years ago, other than that everything else was the same – the same beige marble floor tiles which always made Jingxuan felt like she has stepped into a time capsule; the same walls that have not been painted over for 20 odd years that is now brown-yellow instead of the white-pink it once was; the same dark brown television console since they moved in. Her father was always very prou...
Weekly Contest #271
Mavis and I walked into the Shakespeare & Company café next to the bookstore. The place was relatively quiet at ten-thirty on a Tuesday morning, so we had our pick of tables. We chose one outside to take advantage of the cool September weather and sat, already discussing what we both wanted to order. France - and Paris, especially - holds a special place in my heart because my late husband was French. I never learned the language, unfortunately. Not for the lack of love, but for the fundamental reason that I just wasn’t linguistical...
Weekly Contest #270
I instinctively reached for the switch in the darkness and in an instant, bright fluorescent light flooded the small, 15 square-metre rectangular kitchen. I placed the blue plastic A4 folder on the countertop. For a moment I was worried that the loud glare would wake my family or the neighbours at two in the morning. But it was only the light. My mother loved this white brightness. She could see better. For years though, when I was still living in this house, I hated this fluorescence that made everything look stale and unpleasant. I could n...
The Oxford English Dictionary defines ‘happy’ as: feeling or showing pleasure; pleased. And ‘happiness’ is: the state of feeling or showing pleasure. A relatively simple concept. However, a quick book search on Amazon.com with the word ‘happiness’ returned more than 60,000 results. It is impossible to say with accuracy the number of works published on happiness, but what is most certainly certain is that this one simple emotion has eluded many people. So many of us misunderstand what happiness is. We end up buying so many things, changing so...
Weekly Contest #234
Annie looked over at the two young women by the SK-II counter, about five metres away from her own Bobbi Brown one. They were probably in their late twenties, perhaps now looking for ways to slow down the inevitable changes that time brings with age. They were pretty, each in her own way. The taller one–Annie decided her name should be Suzy–has big, hooded eyes and high cheekbones. Annie noticed she had long dimples when she smiled. Her hair flowed down nearly to her waist, shiny and in big wavy curls. Her makeup looked very natural,...
Weekly Contest #233
Day 1 A friend once told me that keeping a gratitude journal for a month helped her write her pain away, so I decided to try it. I am not really sure how journaling works nor do I know what to be grateful for everyday for 30 days, but if it worked for my friend, it should work for me. I want to be able to write my pain away too. Let’s see… Today, I am grateful for the driver who let me pass in the crazy peak morning traffic. This seldom happens in Singapore, where people drive like they own the roads and everybody has to give way to them...
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I looked out the living room window of our twelfth-storey apartment. The roads were no longer busy, only a handful of cars coming in from the direction of the highway. I wondered where they were headed at this hour; were they going home to an empty apartment, or were they going home to their families? And if so, would they have to tiptoe into the house? Would they be afraid of waking their spouses, for fear of inviting unwanted questions? It was, afterall, one in the morning. I checked my phone again, the fiftieth time in the last fifteen mi...
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