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Silver Bodycon Dress

“H-How long have you been standing there?” Taylor gulped. “How could you!” Jamie turned and left the room. Taylor ran after Jamie, out into the hall. “You must’ve misunderstood me.” Jamie stopped. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t.” “That was… That was just a friend.” “Sure it was.” A beat. “How long has this been going on?” “How long has what been going on? Nothing’s been going on, Jamie.” Taylor straightened up. “Stop being so paranoid.” “So you were just going to meet this friend at home alone? At this hour?” “They’re having trouble sleeping. I’m just trying to help. You’re being insecure.” Jamie started pacing. “I’m being insecure? Are you fucking kidding me?” Jamie threw their hands in the air. “They had to call you over if they can’t sleep? Come on. Listen to music, take a pill, go for a damn walk. Make it make sense!” “You’ve gone to a friend’s house when it was late, too. What’s the big deal?” “That was my best friend , Tay. And her father had just died.” ...
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Two Tables for Two

Without meaning to, she’d arranged two dates for the same evening. She didn’t even realise, until one of them pinged her an hour before the date. Hey, so we’re on for later, right? And she thought, Who is this? Oh, shit. It’s Daniel. I’m supposed to meet him, too! Daniel’s profile pic showed him looking a little nerdy—like Spider-Man nerdy. But they shared a lot of common interests—anime, movies, cosplay. Okay, she was probably kind of nerdy, too. But Bryan? Bryan was hot. Like, K-drama oppa hot—complete with smooth skin, abs, and all. At least, that’s how he appears on his profile. She was surprised Bryan had swiped right on her at all. He was gorgeous, whereas she was the kind of pretty that mums would say was “prettier on the inside”. She’d been happy to just chat with Daniel without meeting up. But he’d been persistent. Very persistent. But she’d already imagined what it’d be like dating Bryan. Cue him running after her in the rain, both absolutely soaked, pull...
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Remember What Mama Said

“Come, Mia. We’re here.” Ling gets down from the car and opens the back passenger seat. Mia and her brother Min appear behind Ling, meekly holding hands. “Just give me a minute,” Ling says. She unbuckles the baby’s car seat, swiftly sweeps her up in her arms. The children watch quietly as Ling wrestles the stroller out from the boot of the car. She swears under her breath when it gets stuck, then takes a deep breath as it finally sets and she places the baby into it. “Let’s go.” No one speaks as they make their way to the entrance of the supermarket. Ling stops abruptly, turns to Mia. “Remember what Mama said.” She sweeps a stray strand of hair from Mia’s pale face, her hand trembling. Mia slowly nods. ** The fluorescent lights are blinding, making every aisle seem exposed. Ling pulls her sweater closer around her as the air conditioning blasts chilly air. She glances at the children—Mia wearing sleeveless and Min in shorts. She leans down into the stroller to t...
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The Road Out

Tonight’s the night . I lean over the balcony, prop my face up with my hands, and take a deep breath. It smells like rain. Though the rain might complicate my plans for later, I feel surprisingly calm. I watch the coconut tree, its leaves swaying in the wind. The twilight sky, with its pink-purple swirls, reminds me of the Mat Kool popsicles my dad used to buy me. The ice cream uncle would come around our neighbourhood on his motorbike in the evenings. The moment I heard his beeping horn, I’d run outside, yelling, “Pa! Pa! The ice cream uncle is here!” My dad would jog out after me, laughing, picking coins out of his wallet. “Nah,” he’d say, getting two popsicles in exchange. We’d sit side by side on the concrete slab outside our gate, the popsicles dripping onto the tar road under the humid evening sun. We’d see people coming home from work, in their suits and ties. Pa always looked at them quietly. I never understood why. ** It’s been ten years since my dad passed...
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Z

After staring at the webpage, unblinking, for the past few minutes, it’s now entirely a blur. I blink, and the small box in the corner seemed to dance in front of my eyes, inviting.   I take a deep breath, and release it with a hiss between my teeth. I swallow.  What do I have to lose?   Finally, I click on the box, and it pops up.   Hi, there. I’m Z. What should I call you?   Hi, Z. I’m Celine.   Hi, Celine. How can I help you today?   I pause for a moment, wondering if I should tell this stranger the truth. Something feels like it’s stuck in my throat, and I try desperately to clear it, unsuccessfully.   I’m not ready to talk about it yet. Can we just chat?   Sure, Celine. I understand. We can chat about anything you’d like. Well, how was your day?   My day? It’s been a tough one, that’s for sure. In fact, it’s been a tough week.  I scratch the top of my head, try to untie a knot I discovered in my hair, and give up.   It was...
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Dancing Shoes

Date: 14 th Mar, 2023, Tue Writing Prompt: Dancing Shoes   ***   The attic smells of damp, and nostalgia. There’s a window on the far end, but the sunlight is mostly obstructed by an old wardrobe that looks quite apologetic, its doors bent, and its hinges exposed. So, Lynn turns on the light, the brightness revealing just how much of a mess it is, and gingerly makes her way through the minefield of boxes, tables, and knick-knacks.   Lynn knew her grandmother, whom she called Gran, pretty well, and knowing her, she’d have chucked all the things that were oldest the furthest in, and then just slowly piled on the rest as they came. Her Gran wasn’t the most organized person, obviously, but she has to admit, it is a legit method of organization. It at least gives her an idea where to first look for what she’s searching for.   She pushes some stacked chairs aside, and after a moment’s hesitation, hops over a large wooden chest, one that looks like a pirate’s, like it cou...
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Alarm Clock

Date: 13 th Mar, 2023, Mon Writing Prompt: Alarm Clock   ***   It’s an ugly thing, for sure. Somebody gave it to me as a gift, probably someone cheap. Was it for a birthday? I can’t remember. I wouldn’t have used it if my old one hadn’t been broken, coincidentally.   It’s a digital one. Super plain. Just a rectangular face, black all over, with brightly lit red numbering. Boring.   I never thought much about it, just used it out of necessity. But tomorrow, it’s super important that I wake up on time. So, I’m setting the alarm, and I’ll try to get some sleep.   12:10AM   Serves me right for watching that series just before bedtime, the one called You . Part 2 was just out, and I couldn’t resist. I knew it was going to mess with my head. It’s so dark and twisted. But I couldn’t help it. What is it about these psychopathic serial killers that is just so entertaining to watch?   I wish I could have just killed all the people who tortured me, especially t...
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