Kazeronnie Mak, 21 november 2012
A young man muttered at his bad luck and penniless.
He frowned all days.
A wise senior came across to talk to him,
‘Hey kiddy, why are you so unhappy ?’
‘I don’t understand why I’m so poor always !’ he said.
‘Poor ? I think you are very wealthy !’ the wise senior said sincerely. (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 17 november 2012
There is garbage outside the gas station. A single mound of used furniture. A love seat, mildewed with blotchy stains. A foldable table, its missing leg ten yards away. The attendant’s wife is walking around with a gigantic tarpaulin bag, half-filled with things. Her daughter is seated on the pavement, (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 17 november 2012
How does one plunder something like peace of mind? The old pirate looks strange with his sarong bag in the bustle of Zhejiang. Even the eye-patch is there, but hardly ornamental or a political statement. There’s a long scar down his left eye, thick and callused, as if to say this story is one that (... więcej)
Desmond Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé, 17 november 2012
There is a stillness in the air, like the mendicant with his begging bowl. He doesn’t ask for alms, only food like a bowl of cooked rice. The old lady scrapes some from the bottom of her wok, charred and bits of black, and hands it to the boy outside her window. She gestures towards the mendicant, (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 16 november 2012
Long long time ago, a young scholar arranged to marry his lovely betrothed. Everything was well prepared on schedule. When the day came, the bride to be-she got married to someone else. He was fallen apart at the seams and very sick. His parents tried so hard to raise his spirit up. Watching their (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 16 november 2012
Galaxy saw a man and a woman who communicated with the sign language at the train station, when she was on the way home one evening.
She noticed that the woman asked him for the direction. He said to her that he did not know. Galaxy was the volunteer for three years when she studied in university. (... więcej)
marc chambers, 15 november 2012
she is worth the risk of whatever it is that i am afraid of.
steven cooke, 11 november 2012
Behind the write
This is a fictional write exploring life in South Africa. The world celebrated the defeat of apartheid. The question is now, what has changed? To get inside the thoughts of the ghetto is the challenge for this writer. I have taken artistic licence to be a resident of the ghetto. Caution (... więcej)
steven cooke, 11 november 2012
He stare’s through the window, In wheelchair he knows,
Gabriel is just a pause behind him. His last duty, to open a door in his mind, of memories torn from 1918. Back to the Sambre Canal, and back to the First World war……….
Behind the Curtains of a church window, men find sanctuary in Prayer. (... więcej)
Kazeronnie Mak, 10 november 2012
Once upon a time, there had a pretty, pure and versatile damsel from an aristocratic family.
She had a graceful name – Huimei.
Her virtue made so many magnates queue up for marriage proposals.
She deeply believed her prince charming was on the way.
Hence, she turned them all down.
(... więcej)
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