Prose
These days Mindy just sits there. Listening out for that inner voice. To pick up a fork to savour meals is turning into a daily chore. Time does so little to mend this resident hurt. It never seems to go away. At least she has been able to sleep. Thank God for that. Each wakeful moment only deepens the pain...
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What is it like to not be judged in a world where being yourself is just not enough? What is it like to be yourself and get a hug without being judged and getting mugged by someone who barely even knows you but they’re scared of what they think they know but don’t know anything about so they lash out on you and lose control, funny right? But I guess that’s how life goes people get mad about things they can’t control. How does it feel to be loved by someone who sees all your imperfections as a high and can see themselves with you for the rest of your life?
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The Year Is 1538:
His back ached with the burden of his mother, and though he silently cursed himself for his lack of stamina and overall fitness, he managed to find solace in the fact that he would only have to carry her for a few more hours. The sun dwindled behind the trees and the light was filtered into broken shards of yellow. Sweat fell from his glistening forehead, and the droplets landed next to falling twigs.
Seven years ago I met a boy in college. We had Journalism and Creative Writing together, and we had class with each other five days a week that whole semester. On June 6, 2007, that boy became my boyfriend, and we began our journey together.
Fix it. That's all I hear these days. Over the counter, scores of people stream in to get their shoes mended. I don't know how Pa does it. Nobody expected this small business enterprise to last, let alone become a household name in Singapore ---Mr Fix-it Store.