Nothing beats a trusty book on your bedside, always at your beck and call. That book on your bedside is your companion, keeping you busy on sleepless nights. It is your dream conjurer. Why the need for a dream catcher when you have a good book on your bedside?
It’s the most wonderful sight in the world. When the sun goes to sleep, the sky becomes ablaze with nightlights. Not even the NYE fireworks can outdo these natural beauties. Goes to show that nothing is more awe-inspiring than mother nature.
I wish there were motels in life. Sometimes you’re so engrossed in what you’re doing everyday that you can’t take a moment to smell the roses. If I stumbled across a motel once in a while on my life journey, I would definitely stop by.
Maybe there are plenty of motels out there. We’re just not booking in early enough.
Sometimes we wish our life had a more direct path without all its twists and turns. But where’s the fun in that? You would no longer have to wait for something ‘just around the corner’. In fact, there would be no corners, just a straight, direct route to the horizon and end of time.
Three pieces of toast popped out of the toaster today.
How an extra toast got into the machine, I have not the tiniest clue.
But clearly it was impossible.
My only options were these:
1. My eyes were playing with my brain
2. Someone had put another toast on one side
3. I wasn’t thinking when I was placing the slices of…[Read more]
When people think about art, they imagine splashes of vibrant colour, a canvas scribbled with fascinating drawings, a spark of imagination.
But when I think about art, I imagine something different, something that may not seem art at all.
I was set. I was ready.
“You ready, Kat?” The teacher eyed me firmly.
I rubbed my hands confidently, “Ready.” I nodded.
I checked my cat costume tip-to-toe for the hundredth time.
Ears, face, paws, tail… Oh, that face! I couldn’t help but feel the furriness with my bulgy paws.
“…my dear, I must depart now. When you remember me in…[Read more]
The grand doors with intricate winding patterns… the blinding sight of pure gold sparkling in the sunlight…
As I opened my eyes, my thoughts were suddenly broken.
There were no grand doors. Oh, nor were there beautiful patterns or sparkling ores.
Indeed my eyes could not bear the blinding sight… the blinding sight of dusty, shattered…[Read more]
People said that he was a great influence to youth learners.
But at that moment, Jean thought of something else.
There was good influence… or there was bad influence.
And when it was bad, it was very, very bad.
Already, Jean sense the badness of it, the greediness.
It was wrapped with the most beautiful paper, so beautiful that any being’s eyes would melt into flowing tears.
My eyes stared at it and soon spat out tears. Angry tears. Tears that wanted to scream in frustration, tears that wanted to blind the evil woodcutters, tears that wanted to shelter all trees from any harm.
I wanted to…[Read more]
There the bell tower stood, incomplete.
As Night’s wide coat brushed aside Day and spread the world like a rolled out carpet, the builders left the site, and the tower.
But not all was alone. A little girl hid at the peak of the monument and looked out a perfect hole, gazing at the wondrous view that stretched into the gleaming horizon.
There. The collection was complete. Dani looked over the whole assortment as she placed the last piece to the puzzle. It gave her a satisfying feeling, a feeling of accomplishment. The blow of the sea kissed the dazzling shells and gave them a little more sparkle. It was then that the true beauty of the precious revealed itself to its finder, and…[Read more]
I hastily tumbled out of the hole into the other side of the park.
As I waited for the others, I lay on the soft grass, smelling the moist soil.
“What are you doing there? Get up!”
The others had finally caught up and my relaxing moment was over. Again.
I sighed. I’ll have to finish faster next time.