Write something.
Write it now, they say.
For one must keep on writing,
Every single day.
But what if words just won't arise
To enable you to say,
What you had thought was something nice
To put into prose today.
You'd stare right into distant space,
Looking all but blank,
At the nagging emptiness you face,
As your hope for a story sank . . .
A Spoonful of Malaysian Magic
An Anthology — A burong descends from Tansang Kenyalang in the midst of a dire catastrophe. A shapeshifter f...
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An Anthology — A burong descends from Tansang Kenyalang in the midst of a dire catastrophe. A shapeshifter f... -
My parents lived through the cruel Japanese Occupation (1941 - 1945) and the long years of the Communist Emergency (1948 - 1960). They can... -
Amok What is faith, except hope in desperation? All Putera Mikal wants is to gain the Amok Strength, the supernatural power granted by ...