Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 19)
Here is a blast from the past, such as it was. When I was thirteen, I met a boy. Yes, I know, I make it sound as if I’ve never met a boy before. But truth is, I met a boy I...
Category: Fiction and Short Stories
Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 18)
I can never tell anyone else everything that Mrs. Potts tells me, even though she doesn’t say anything either way whether I can or can’t. Just because she talks freely with me doesn’t mean...
Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 17)
Oh, Mrs Potts! I plan on leaving straight away, but the sight of her sitting there all alone and silent make me pause. I suppose I could stay a bit. It is rude to just leave,...
Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 16)
And it appears that she is also deaf, or at least partially deaf. I have a grandmother, you see, and she is very, very old, God bless her soul. She is also partially deaf and blind,...
Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 15)
THE STORY REVEALED “Oh, errr, good afternoon, Mrs. Potts. Umm, how are you today?” I stammer. Good heavens, it pains me just to watch her try to climb up the steps to her floor. Her progress, if you...
Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 14)
Who is Mrs. Potts? Good question. Who is she indeed. Mrs. Potts is very old. I do not know her real age, but to my knowledge, she is the oldest tenant in my apartment building. Perhaps through no...
Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 13)
Trey and Christina -or Chris as she prefers to be called – are the two singles who live on the Tang’s floor. Chris is a dancer and dance choreographer, and it shows too in her lean but...
Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 12)
THE HIDDEN STORIES I remember, a few month after I first came to stay at my current apartment, that I was quite curious in knowing about everyone who live in my building. Some might...
Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 11)
“Exclusion, girls, and also ‘exclusive’. It can mean ‘to reject’. In this situation, it means that if next time someone here won’t play with you because they are being unfriendly or won’t let anyone in their...
Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 10)
“Miss Nysa?” A small, shy voice by my elbow breaks my concentration. Cindy and her best friend, Bianca, both look up at me. Cindy’s long straight hair is pulled away from her face and tied with...
