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Submitted to Contest #81
“Are you sure you’ve never heard of this family name before?” I said. The customer service woman sitting across me massaged her forehead and blew her breath. “Sir, like I’ve said before, we don’t know!” she fumed. “Besides this family moved out eight years ago, which means if this family used a property agent to sell their house, they wouldn’t be using us.” Two of her colleagues who were sitting on her right turned their heads and stared at us. The room became silent and I could hear the soft purr of the air conditioner. Luckil...
Submitted to Contest #51
It was a humid September night in Singapore and Ah Ma Ling stood in front of the Tan’s family apartment flat. She was dead for almost ten months now and on the eve of the Hungry Ghost Festival*, she decided to pay a visit to her family. To her disappointment, Ah Ma Ling quickly noticed that the Tan family had not prepared any offerings for her and her husband this year. “Ingrates!” Ah Ma Ling said, puckering her lips. During her time in the Tan’s family apartment, she always made sure that her son, Ben and her daughte...
Submitted to Contest #42
When the rags were pulled out of Sukrisno’s head, he found himself in a small unfurnished room, tied to a wooden chair. The room smelled of urine, sweat, and blood. Under him, smudges of blood were still stuck on the floor.Sweat poured from his old worn face and his arms ached. His lips parched and his head spun from hunger. It’s been days since he last ate any proper meals. Three feet from where he was seated, he saw two men in green army uniforms. “Good evening.” the man on the left said. “My name is General Sucipto and this is my sub...
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