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Submitted to Contest #87
The soft chapping of the geckos and the chorus of crickets reverberated through the forest. An owl hooted in the distance. A soft wind was blowing. Leaves rustled. Tok Abu, the village shaman, used to the nocturnal sounds of the jungle was on a mission to retrieve a special herb that gave out maximum aroma during the full moon. This particular herb was used as an antiseptic for a mass circumcision ceremony that was scheduled the next day. When he heard the demonic call of a barking deer, Pak Abu knew it prophesied a bad omen, but he ignored...
Submitted to Contest #86
Sultan’s Wedding It rained very heavily early that morning, but not wanting to give up our usual Saturday trekking up Gasing Hill, we persisted. The earthy smell after the rains and the constant twittering of birds flitting between the trees and the sound of the gushing frothy water from the river down below was invigorating. Raindrops on the leaves glistened whenever the sun’s rays penetrated through. Shoba and I were alone surrounded by lush tropical rain forest. However, our harmony with nature was shattered when a group of young boister...
Submitted to Contest #85
“That’s the thing about this city. I can never get enough of it. I am the iron filings to its magnet I am talking about Georgetown, my favourite place on earth. " The trishaw parked nearby was tempting, but a long-overdue walk was in order. I passed the Penang Baazar where colourful kaftans and sarongs of varied sizes were suspended from hooks from the awnings above. It sailed with every slight breeze. A salesman darted out onto the sidewalk and accosted me to enter this rabbit’s warren with its narrow dinghy passageways and cramped stalls. ...
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