Showing posts with label Malaysia Writers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Malaysia Writers. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 19, 2016

White Rose


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She was the lady every man wanted to marry. There was Henry, the poet who strolls with her by the river every Saturday evening; Jonathan, the merchant who bought her silk and jewellery; Arthur, who took her to fancy balls - to name but just a few.

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She crept out of her bed, climbed through the wall, crossed the cemetery and finally entered Christopher's room through his unlocked window. She touched his hand gently, thereby waking him up.

 "Elizabeth? What are you doing here?" 

"I came for the kiss you promised me," she said sweetly. Before he could respond, she turned into a figure of nightmare. With a long, deadly kiss, she sucked his life out.

"Oh, and here's the love bite you're dying to receive," she said as she bit into his neck, causing his blood to splash all over her body, her gown and the white rose in her hand.

 She looked at the white rose in her hand. Ten more white roses to be tainted red.

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Found

Who is this woman? Why is she taking me home? I need to leave. Got to get to Hollywood, heard they are making Jurassic Park 3 : The Attack Of Meme Dinosaur. My one and only chance to be a superstar!

Saturday, September 19, 2015

Wish

She loved the way he looked at her. It started from her smooth face, moving down to her exposed neck, her chest, her waist, all the way to the details on her shoes and back to her perfectly combed and styled hair. The longing and admiration in his eyes left nothing out.

She wanted to chase after him when he left. Maybe just to say thanks. And tell him that he is good looking. And admit that she had been looking at him too.

But it was nothing but whims and fancies of a melting wax figure.

Friday, June 12, 2015

Sand

For every heartbreak he caused, a part of him turned into sand.
By three hundred and sixty fifth day, he had almost turned into a statue completely, save for his mouth.
"Yes? What is it?" She asked, noticing how hard he struggled to open his mouth, hoping for an apology, or a confession.
"I should have never tackled a witch's daughter, no matter how rich she is."
She destroyed his statue as soon as it was fully formed.