The discovery came so sudden to Professor Ming that it took him several minutes before he recollected himself. The solution was so simple that he cursed himself for not finding it out sooner. He immediately took out his android phone from his pocket and called his father. Ignoring the sound of library door closing behind…
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Writers’ Journal #15 – The Hunt
The year was 1776 and white men had just settled in the desert not long ago. The men and women arrived in a long line of horse drawn carriages and guns. It took them no time to take over the land as if it belonged to them. First , they cleared the land for the…
Writers’ Journal #14 – Thunder and Lightning
A truck pulled in at the gate as a new family moved into their new home. Before long , they were at ease with their neighbors except Mrs Oldham. She was an old spinster living by herself , only accompanied by 2 of her kittens. “John , do come back before dinner” , shouted Mrs…
Writers Journal #13 – Born Loser
“Join us Michael! Come on!” , shouted Jenny with a smile. Everyone knew Michael was a born loser but Jenny had a soft spot for him. It wasn’t just that they grew up together or went to same school but there was something about him that endeared to her. But that sentiment wasn’t shared by…
Writers’ Journal #12 – Castle In The Attic
Tommy was 8 when he first met grandma. His parents left the country right after marriage and had not been back since. It was always due to work or pregnancy or baby being too young to travel and so on but the insistence grew and they surrendered finally. All that Tommy knew was that grandma…
Writers’ Journal #11 – Mime’s Mind
It was quiet. Too quiet for a group of women gathering in the field or so Thomas thought to himself. He had been observing them from the morning and he heard nothing but birds chirping. At first he thought they were mutes from nearby school for the disabled but then he noticed one of them…
Writers’ Journal #9 – The Window
“Urgie , close the windows!” , screamed Mrs Urgur at the top of her lungs. It was hard enough that the wind was raging all around but she was also trying to prevent the clothes from flying away. The sandstorm in the Sahara desert are like no other and she knew from her experience that…
Writers’ Journal #7 – Dark Chocolate
“Hand me my chocolate box dear” , said Mrs Antham. Mary was the babysitter for the night but it seemed that she was also babysitting for the elderly lady as well. Mrs Antham , grandmother of baby Jenny , just arrived from England today and have been demanding non-stop from the babysitter. Mary knew little…
Writers’ Journal #5 – Sky Mirror
Look Ma! There are people in the sky! A lone voice shattered the silence among the crowd of people in the middle of the city. There was no sound because their mouths were opened from the sight in front of them. The sky as they know it no longer there. Instead , there was a…