November 2, 2014
When I was young with a lot of free time, I voluntarily read the entire Old Testament of my cousin’s Bible that has eye-friendly text and stick figures for illustrations. It was covered with black leather and when opened, it was about half a meter in length. I would spread it on my study table and read it after school, in the evenings. I finished the Old Testament in less than two weeks.
November 1, 2014
The noise is awful, deafening. I bow my head, pushing down the confusing gurgle of emotions. I look down, trying to distract myself with the ants crawling near my toes, lining in order, unfeeling, free from complications. The chosen distraction is not enough. The noise—an angry exchange of what is right and what is wrong—is possessed with tones sufficient enough to poke my heart, grate my nerves, make me crazy inside. Then I begin to talk with myself, in my head: Is there something wrong with me? What did I do this time? Can you please stop? The noise ends, silence reigns. Deafening. The tension is still in the air. Sharp. Harsh. Painful.
I need to get out of here.
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October 30, 2014
Like mushrooms towering over grass and roots and stone and peppered with morning dew, these tents grow like giants in red and white stripes looking down with a cryptic grin over women and children and dogs and surrounded by men in awe. The fun and excitement, crudeness and cruelty come in two bright alternate colors, as a pack of weirdness and misunderstood begins a promised performance of a lifetime. The quirky rendition ends after a prolonged applause and a shower of thorny roses under a blinding spotlight, crowd pleasers march back to their dark rooms, with nary a word to each other, like a wounded squad counting the steps, each a defining moment, to its execution chamber. But the ghosts can hear the quiet sighs.
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(Thin Yarns is my amateur attempt at "flash fiction." I was inspired by Logo-Ligi’s Friday Fictioneers posts and The Sill of the World’s Week in Seven Words.)
October 27, 2014
There is a fictional story going on in my mind and it goes like this:
Once upon a time, there was a teenage girl with a room full of books. Her collection was eclectic and she did nothing but read day in, day out. It was a living dream.
October 26, 2014
in 2012, The
Telegraph announced that American literature classics will be replaed by
insulation manuals and plant inventories, which are approved, non-fiction
texts, in US classrooms by 2014. America