21 Oct 2016 Leave a comment
Recovered from the ordeal, I requested to leave Singapore. I couldn’t bear to live in a country with too much bad memories. Father was understandably upset.
“Stay,” he had said coldly while I stood like some errant schoolboy caught by the discipline master. I felt secretly rebellious and deeply angry that even my own father couldn’t understand me. Damn drakes and their arrogance. But by that default, I too was arrogant. We stood in his office. Suddenly all the furniture and lighting felt oppressive, pressing against me like some dark shadow.
“No, Father,” I spoke. “I am leaving.”
16 Oct 2016 Leave a comment
But happy birthday, Dragon Dancer. YOU ARE ONE!
13 Oct 2016 Leave a comment
“He flew off with Mr Cedric Sutherland. They didn’t say where they were going. I thought they would inform you.” Now Honor looked as if she was about to cry. I felt sorry for her.
“Thank you, Honor,” I said, smiling to lighten the mood. “Go and get yourself some coffee. We have many issues on the agenda. Let’s get them started.”
08 Oct 2016 2 Comments
Thank you, Joyce Chua, for giving me this opportunity to talk about things writing and creativity: Writer, Illustrator, Sword wielder.
06 Oct 2016 Leave a comment
“The monsoon rains came the next day, with flooding of the front porch and the house staff frantically closing the windows. The house was old and shuddered with the force of the rainfall. The roof creaked alarmingly. When I was younger, it sounded like the end of the world. Even now, the thunder and lightning still made me to jump.
Mat rushed about, trying to keep the water from seeping through the delicate floorboards. His beloved garden was soaked through. He shrugged though. At least, he told me with a laugh, we could predict weather patterns.”
03 Oct 2016 Leave a comment
I shook my head. “I don’t actually know. It depends… Like the other non-human groups, they have their own allegiances and alliances.”
“They are all problematic then.”
“We are all problematic,” I spread my hands in defeat. “Even the drake clans are not united and prone to a lot of infighting, because – you guess it – power.”
02 Oct 2016 Leave a comment
“He was in and out of the house most of the times,” the words came easily as if they had always been there. “Out on business trips, managing clan business. Mom… my mom…handled everything at home. When he was back home, we loved it. Both my sister and I.”
“You know, I have hazy memories of dad,” Filipe said, his voice softer than ever. “I remember him picking me up. I was only three. He gave me a toy car… a Ferrari.But I can’t remember him much. I only knew mom talking about him all the time.She missed him a lot.”
30 Sep 2016 Leave a comment
“The scream from Uncle Mat’s house tore through the air like a serrated knife, chilling my blood. Oh god somebody’s in trouble! I dropped the book I was reading and dashed out of the house, still clad in my boxers. It was Saturday and I was planning for a good rest, perhaps another sleep-in.
Another scream, this time softer and less… painful, and accompanied by children giggling.
I rounded the corner only to find Filipe playing chapteh with Mat’s five grandchildren. The red and orange feathers leapt in the air as Filipe expertly kicked the toy with his foot. The five harimau cubs, ranging from the ages of five to ten, were giggling and clapping their hands at the spectacle. I never knew he was that good at shuttlecock. Then again I hardly knew anything about him.
The adrenaline fizzed out of me and I sank to my haunches, rubbing my face. Oi.”