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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...

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 9)

Bin is sniffling more in frustration than pain, whereas Kenneth is sitting in front of Bin sulking. His small arms are crossed defiantly over his chest. There is a forgotten fire-truck between them. Yep,...

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 8)

OH THE CHILDREN! Another rejection letter. I sigh dejectedly as I put down the letter from a book publisher I contacted a few weeks ago for a possible publishing deal, one in which I held...

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 6) 0

Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 6)

“I don’t know what to think, Nys, I’m so afraid. I always thought something like this would happen, that one day Brennan’s work habit will catch up with him and his body will pay...

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 4)

“Ma’am!” Susana laughs in delight. “Oh, sorry dear. I’m not laughing at you. It’s just that I’ve hardly known anyone your age who is still polite enough to call someone else ‘ma’am’. How sweet.” She dimples...

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Novel : Nysa’s Mirror (Part 2)

And somewhat bemused. But hey, he’s here, and we have already introduced ourselves. Now what? And why am I this flustered? It is not as if this is the first time I meet someone new....

Simple Simon’s Adventure (Part 1) 1

Simple Simon’s Adventure (Part 1)

Simple Simon Begins In the land of great foolishness, a simple man is akin to a wise man. Simon is a simple man, everyone says so. His mother says so, his father says so,...

Story : His Name Is Red (Part 7) 0

Story : His Name Is Red (Part 7)

Even a child that I was, I remember that during the twenty-minute walk back home, I was clutching my bag of toys tightly, and thinking about Old Man Red, and what he did for...

Story : His Name Is Red (Part 6) 0

Story : His Name Is Red (Part 6)

Making a small noise at the back of my throat in protest, I held my prize protectively behind my back. My brother opened his mouth and I was sure he was about to loudly...