On Eagles' Wings

By Lisa Kwan Written for: The Writer's Tower Theme: Love and Lost (March) Deadline: 3rd April 2014 (Written on: 28th March 2014) My darling Catherine,             I am writing this in the hopes that somehow, somewhere, you might read this. I feel that voice pods and recordings, or even holograms still do not hold the same kind of intimacy that comes from a lovingly crafted handwritten letter, on soft parchment carefully chosen, enclosing the faint fragrance of the writer’s scent. Because I want you to know me, to remember me, to have a keepsake of me, long after even the technology we know is gone.             The day I saw you was the day I lived. Truly lived. You were so beautiful, so, so beautiful. Your skin was flawless, without blemish, perfect. Your hair was soft, oh so soft, like the inside of a rose as they say. When I breathed in the smell of you, I w...

By Lisa Kwan Written for: The Writer's Tower Theme: Love and Lost (March) Deadline: 3rd April 2014   (Written on 27th March, 2014)    Ashley watched the blood flowing pink into the drain in the bathtub, in the form of pretty swirls that reminded Ashley of cotton candy sold at travelling carnivals. Ashley hated cotton candy. Never liked anything sweet, really. Just thinking about it made Ashley mad again, and Ashley took the blade and continued carving on the pale insides of the arms, watching the bright red blood emerge slowly from the cuts and then smear as it mixed with the water from the shower. Ashley stared unseeing down her chest and naked breasts and questioned why her life was the way it is. Ashley had always been a tomboy. From the time she knew that little boys had little ‘pee-pee’s and little girls didn’t, she wanted to be one. She wondered why God gave them something a little extra; something that gave them the ability to pee without getting...

by Lisa Kwan Written for: The Writer's Tower Theme: Moonlight (January) Deadline: 5th February 2014 (Written on: 19th January 2014) I have a secret. A terrible secret. A secret that is revealed only in the moonlight; that only the moon knows. It threatens my very existence, and the safety of all dear to me. Evidently, this is not by choice. I do not know the how, or why; but I remember exactly when it first began, a horrible indelible memory that will follow me forever. It was on a night like this, the sky pitch black without a single star to be seen, yet almost as bright as day because of the illuminating pale light from the moon. I look up sorrowfully at the moon, as round as a robin’s egg, and as blinding a white as the pebbles that lie at the bottom of the Nizhoni river near home. She has witnessed horrible things happen, at this very spot where I lay, silent and without judgement. I feel a shiver run down my spine, the beginnings of my curse. And once aga...

Joined a writing group couple of months ago on Facebook, called The Writer's Tower. And each month, there is a theme for which we can write anything, be it short stories, non-fiction, poems etc. We share them and receive feedback from each other on them. I have already completed 3 short stories for the group, one for January and two for March (I missed February's). I had been sharing them on Facebook notes and sharing the links there on the Facebook group. However, I do have some reservations about making my writing so public and easily accessible, especially on Facebook. So henceforth, I intend to publish my writings here, where I can still stake a claim on them as the owner of this blog domain. Look forward to my short stories (as I have pretty much given up on blogging -.-)! Maybe this blog will come alive again, if only just to keep my stories :D