14 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
In Needle In The Hay’s Transitions.
He was an ugly yellow duckling born in the wrong family. Or so, he often thought, staring at his pa snorting through his breakfast or his ma haranguing him about his schoolwork, before burying herself in mah-jong and gossip. He hid mostly in his room and sought protection from routine. Wake up, eat, school, soccer, home, sleep. He was a boy growing up in suburbia Singapore. A fifteen year old with an eye for pretty girls and sweaty sports.
Yet, he had a secret and this secret made him feel like an ugly yellow duckling lost in a family of honking geese. There was someone in him and he was this someone. He would call her – because this someone was a her – Michelle. He was called Michael; therefore she should be Michelle, his opposite.
10 Apr 2016 Leave a comment
Our second story from Singapore is by regular contributor, Joyce Chng! Her previous stories have been YA fantasy, but this one is definitely for the adult category this time around.
‘Running from Shadows’ by Joyce Chng
Siri took her time climbing the stairs leading to the nightclub. She could hear the steady techno bass beat coming from the open door—the door was always open, like all the women who passed through it—and licked her lips, tasting the waxy lipstick. The air was stale with cigarette smoke and vomit, laced with the pungent after-scent of alcohol. It was still early; most of the guests would only appear after ten. There was a ship in town and there was the promise of cold hard cash.
She dressed for work—a tight bustier and mini-skirt showing off her long, slim legs. Six inch heels, pushed up her buttocks to give the illusion of…
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